Counting days.

Time will lose herself and the space between us will become a blackhole.


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  1. To me, this describes two people who may never come back together. But still, you’re both standing on opposite sides of the portal, tossing things in to see if anything ever comes out again. It won’t, of course. It’s all been lost inside an uncountable forever of silence and sorrow. Still, you can’t turn your back.

    “Counting days” makes me think of someone locked away in a prison, scrawling slashes on the wall for no good reason at all, except, it’s a motion, an action, one something of a nothing that gets you nowhere closer to the other side. But still, you can’t help but try to count.

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