The In-between :
There are good days and there are bad days and then there is this. The good ones are hazy. A summer spent. A scent registered. A smile lingering and then fading until its very existence becomes a question. The bad ones are sharp. A stabbing chest pain. The taste of tears remaining on your lips. The hopelessness that grows to engulf every passing second. Then there are these. Neither hazy nor sharp. Not lingering and most definitely not fading. Just there. Existing. One moment its a day. Regardless of its torrent of sentiments , just a day. But then its not. Your head spins. Once. Twice. And then it stops. Or maybe you're just so used to it to be able to tell a difference? Maybe you're already too far gone. But hold up. There's voices. Why are they so slow though? What are they saying? But more importantly : why don't you care? Perhaps its something out of your area of interest. Then where is your usual reaction? The rolling eyes.