Time
A
cold rainy afternoon, on a quiet street. Every single second comes in a row,
strings together into a wait.
The
question is how long.
Patient
needs patience for recovery. Memory stays behind the door.
Whilst
door bell being pressed many times. Too many to remember, exactly like the
memory, sneaky bastard, people say.
A
spider just passes by, “hey dude, put yourself together.” It says.
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