Suddenly, out if nowhere Your life revolves around the next time You may see Them.
A week melts away, no longer seven days, but just spaces of time until You're together again.
It's not days and nights either but breaks and pauses between sleep and the waiting.
It can drag or fly past. You don't really feel like eating and when Your head meets Your pillow, You eyelids squeeze themselves shut, as You pray for the wall that seperates Your wait to fall down over You.
It's hard to describe and it's hard to ignore, difficult to make Someone understand. But They do, They must.
And although it drives You mad, it keeps You sane. Keeps You beating.
It helps You realize what was Real and what was a Trick.
All the others Before.
They were Tricks.
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