12 days
7 days
5 days
3 days
A collection of times where I kept track of all our conversations; all of our moments. I compared days and feelings and wondered if I was aging with each day and if you’d feel differently— or when, you’d feel differently. My very own collective works of the times I waited patiently, and other times, not patiently enough. A complete contradiction of thought and perception and time; because time never seems to exist with you, except for when it’s too real and it hurts to watch you leave. Then the pain becomes too much, and it only makes sense to numb it. I don’t always make sense of it though, so then I ache and emptiness becomes an old friend checking in routinely to see if I’m “doing okay,” whatever that means anyways. I guess I’m okay for now, we’ll see in another day’s time.
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