I get too attached to my days thinking they will never leave me or they will come back somehow I get too invested, I give them all, all my secrets away ,
confessing what I've done in my nights to my days, knowing I will spill them later to my long nights.
I tell my days all and my days listens they never seemed to be bored, they never fail to listen.
All the memories I mold in their hours, minutes ,and seconds becomes a permanent marks in my mind unlike my days, they can't seem to be permanent, once the hour has come ,they are meant to end,
without even a farewell and am just supposed to feel okay, after my emotional attachments to them, a heartbreak everyday, moving on everyday, getting to know everyday ....