Some days are long days, and sometimes they stretch into weeks and come close to months. Some times your daemons find you, and strike you from within and without. And so relentlessly, that you begin to see, their (the daemon's) outlines fade and what was disagreeable begins to numb.
And the what ifs have somewhat changed because you cant see past the cloak in which they come and don't know which one choose. And yet you begin to realise that a speck of dust in the eye is quite a different thing to a full blown storm; only fearing that one could be the harbringer of the other. And the trivialness of a lonely storm in the bigger picture, maybe someday, we'll get there too.
But for now, it's about time things get better!!
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