Often wonder how worlds can revolve around each other and yet remain totally spinning on its own axis?
The return to normalcy as your sleeping time reverts; your weekly routines start to take shape with new timetables, and somehow realising you ain't missing much as schedules which went away isn't worth your time anyhow. What was seemingly important at a certain point in time, somehow isn't anymore.
Recent days have been great and you wonder how much happier you have become as past blog entries appear way too invested, too crappy. You start to have more days of wondering-how-could-24-hours-just-pass-like-that? Days like those could not have been possible...your usual skepticism has thinned within months and you have moments classified as nothing short of a miracle.
The careful slow steps you take is slowly leading up to a mad pace towards an imaginary finishing line which somehow seem unreachable...then you pause for sanity and start to breath deeper and ponder with walks of patience.
Over time, the perfection I once knew, erodes with the attrition of compromises, yet the inner stubborn nature never relented, praying and holding on. Then suddenly with a sneaky accurate strike of an arrow, hitting you in an unlikely fashion - you belong to someone...perfect.
