Days seem to be disguised as years when we don’t believe that time really does heal everything. Stop checking your phone. You take your keys and walk outside the door, taking in that first breath of air, seeming equivalent of half a cigarette, and think to yourself… today might just be the day. Stop checking your phone. Fast forward a bit, you’re three quarters of your way into the day, realization sets in that today just might not be it. Stop checking your phone. Time has a funny way of making you it’s bitch. It laughs hysterically in your face until you make yourself believe that you’re the only human being in this world feeling this unhinged. You’re not. Don’t let it fuck the days where you deserve to be the one laughing. We’re all a little mad. Keep calm. Drink your coffee. Take your vitamins. Who knows…tomorrow just might be the day…
AltaLoma 1:20 pm
Reminding you to eat your cereal with a fork and to do your homework in the dark.