On a normal day, I watch the dawn break on my window asking me to pull together my reveries of not-so-fabulous ruminations and just go to sleep instead.
On a normal day, I wake up by this bugging alarm to see my dreams are over or to be jolted awake from nightmares, and ready to run in a race which I don't care of, still thinking about the delusions of my unconscious mind.
On a normal day, I wake up past 11, have brunch, watch a movie, surf, read, nap, brew ginger tea, tune in for a rerun of Lie to me or Friends or Master Chef Australia, cook and have the whole house, to me.
On a normal day, I write letters, in a white notebook, that vaguely smells of petunias, elucidating to it petite promises I make to me when there is no one to hear.
On a normal day I think of my parents, breathe the sweet familiar scent of them, listen to her laughter, watch her angel like visage, listen to his concerned voice ~ and taste tranquility drench me by.
On a normal day, I like curling up on the sofa with a story book, as I sip a mug of hot coffee viewing the drizzle from the sky.
Somebody said,"You live in moments that come in between pauses."
Life is messy. That's how we're made. So, you can waste your lives drawing lines. Or you can live your life crossing them. But there are some lines... that are way too dangerous to cross... You always need a complimentary supplement.
So on the other days, I just shrug and saunter past.
What do you do on your "other" days?
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