Pansy.

someone once asked me, “what day is it now?” and I just shake my head cause I didn’t remember any of it. I don’t care.

and every time I’ve been asked that such of question, I just repeated the same answer again, never curious about the time. don’t want to know what day it is, what day tomorrow is, or the day after tomorrow, all I care is I just live my day like this. nothing special to make me remember the name of every day I’m living.

then, it’s like I’ve been threw into a neverland. place that I never get into, feels that I never felt before, day that I never thought it will come to me. the day that I will always remember.

the day when I can call him:

my kind of day,

my favorite day,

my every day,

my best day.

—cloudsans

September 26th, 2016 / 18:58