The attack
As the days and nights descend upon my haze filled skies I stand motionless. Everything bleeds into itself and as time rapidly flies by, I feel as if I'm traveling backwards.
I've bottled up all that I can and stored it on the top shelf, just out of reach. I'm hoping to forget, ignore.
Memories of the past leak into my thoughts as new ones cram in. These new thoughts, fresh memories of receint times spent, shared, make everything else a much distant, and an out of reach, dusty old bottle on that shelf.
I am calm, collected, and on another planet.
Just one day/night at a time is all I need...
...thank you
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