One month. One week. One day.
Three hundred and sixty-five coalesce into one year.
Scandalous seconds tick-tock past the hour hand.
Our interruption was spent far from your inconsiderate behavior.
Your temper tantrums are the barricade preventing effortless breathing.
I recognized your absence from my histronic schedule.
Your benevolent hands lend necessary support effacing apathy.
Processed thoughts of exposed rationality reflect your encouragement.
Before the final round begins, your success guides me to security.
Surviving the ninty degree land slide is my burden to carry.
The degree illustrates the flashback of our confirmation of falling.
The survival presents the gran finally I have been inconspicuously tracking.
Impending answers question our eternal steps forward.
Irreversible seconds on the clock define our villanious scars.
We both visually represent severe vandalism.
