what do you make of a day that doesn't exist?
how do you go through it knowing that for the next three years it will be nothing but a click of a clock's arms? that it will not last longer than the blink of an eye? a breath on your lips? an instance, barely intense (or long) enough to be remembered past the initial awe.
and yet, here you are, living through it as if it were a real day, like any other on the calendar, to mark off as yet one more slice of life silently buried in time past.
what if it was just a dream? and for one day, only one, time stood still, and nothing else mattered?
what if.
take a leap.
of faith.
