I think I'm high on hash brownies.

One of the best days yesterday... Or was it today... Or will it be tomorrow. *smiles* 

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You're making all this rather hard for yourself. Immensely hard. You, my dear, are paving your way to the most intense kind of nostalgia. The one that leaves no space for one's present, or even the future so to speak. 

I fail to comprehend what you're doing, or why. All this seems to fall beyond the boundaries of my logic and understanding. This my dear, indeed falls far far outside the boundaries of rationality. I do not get it, and neither do you, I safely assume. However, what I know is only the fact that this is going to sting you back. Real bad. And, what frightens me most is that  you're going to end up wounded.

But- do you care, I look at you and wonder. I shake my head and smile helplessly. Look at you, still smiling the most vibrant of smiles. As if it isn't your absurdity that we speak of, but someone else's. It's almost as if these facts that I state are slipping off the surface of your mind- the soapy surface of your mind.

Listen to me, love; pray do. There is still time to spare, even if very little, but there still is. Let's just step back and out of this lovely reverie of yours. Let's return to the real world. The world where things aren't so dainty, the world where most of what you see is in grayscale. It's not pretty, I accept; but it is real at least.