1, 2, 3...
The days have been passing by so sneakily. They manage to come and go without my realising it. They're falling one by one like dominoes; sounding klack, klack, klack in quick succession. I laugh when old friends ask me "what's going on?" and I have no reply but the proverbial "nothing much". Time goes so fast it blurs. Days become ghost trails of days before. Today becomes a good guess of what tomorrow will be like. I am comfortable with it, though. This simple routine; this ever-predictable lifestyle. Monday through Friday being just one big day, interrupted by small intermissions of loud, colourful dream-borderline-nightmares; when my brain escapes the normal pattern to revel in wild parties, murders and love affairs.
"Sleep... oh, how I loathe those little slices of death"
Eat, sleep - and then, fulfil the most horrid and beautiful dreams.
"Sleep... oh, how I loathe those little slices of death"
Eat, sleep - and then, fulfil the most horrid and beautiful dreams.