Chronicles of Thursday
Five days to the grand finale Vibes so high for the next beano Constant words became an alarm only one could possess to make things right. Days went on with contracts of verbal binding, with assurances of having my back. The time between one day and the next came when the moon took the next shift after the sun which was to bear forth the dawn of the grammy into existence, excuses for absenteeism became windy with particles of dust to leave you paralyzed. The dawn of the day was here with only 1 and an external out of 30 active forces to support me through the movement. If that wasn't enough demoralizing news to start your day with, the weather climate had to greet me with opened arms, wrapping itself on me like the seducer it is giving me a sense of protection and comfort causing my sheets to raise and take its rightful place on my skin. Bam! The tune for movies and popcorn was set. It was raining! My mind, soul and body were now in sync with the dec