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days on days

to:ZPE

it has been 12 days in your absence
but what is a day anyways?
24 hours,
broken up into minutes
and second
broken up into deadlines and due dates
with plenty of time in between for the pain of life to get in the way
a rotation from the sun to the moon
that is a day
but not these 12 days
a day of this sort is indescribable
so I’ll ask again
what is a day anyways?
a day is waking up and for those few seconds, feeling the bliss of ignorance to the pain
a day is pushing to get ready
only to feel bad about how I look anyways
a day is sitting on a bus filled to the rim with immature kids
who have no further concerns than who is different
a day is trying to escape my thoughts behind the volume controls of earbuds
a day is faking the smile over the melancholy mood
a day is seeing you and having to just breathe.
breathe.
a day is just trying my hardest to get better.
because That’s what it’s all about, being happy right?
a day is going home and not knowing rather to cry or feel relief from the vices of public
a day is watching the sun go down
with the bottle in my hand
a day then goes to night
and then I’m not alright
I cry to the moon and pray to the stars
and I wonder just how far
you’ve come, in these hateful 12
and I wonder how far I’ll be
in the number to come.

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