Wherever my sinoatrial node was during that time, I probably dropped it on the counter as I was sweeping the remains of what was once the thing I held most dear. The pearl of the deep suddenly turned faux, and i guess i'm allergic. The smell of your freshly pressed shirt is now the smelly, sweaty garment in the laundry bag, and it's time to take out the laundry for a good bleaching. The piano of my dreams is now the guitar in the corner of my room, singing to itself with a broken string. I do not loathe all the energy, it brings happiness, yet I do not miss basking in the sun and it doesn't matter as much anymore. I guess I like being busy.
Now, let's all move along. And even though I thought this day would never happen, I am slowly beginning to see it over the horizon as the numbers fall into place. I'm slowly loving math, and slowly getting over you.
We are not two peas in a pod. You maybe a pea or a pod, but i'm a carrot. So, what's up Doc?
Whichever works. :)
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