When those days that never seem to leave, to the ones you can barely remember collide, make sure you can always tell what is real or just your imagination. ~This book will contain mild swearing This story Is a poetry-esk written piece. It is not what you would call formal writing, with strict measures. (All images used belong to the rightful owners) Ps. I will write at my pace, for rush me. Id rather have a good chapter I worked hard on than one that I just wanted to get done and over with. That is not what I want.