"You're wishin' too much, baby. You gotta stop wearing your wishbone where your backbone oughta be.”
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a time for retrospection.

and now i see life returning to the way it should be. the way it was before a particular day in april. looking back, the days of the year are all merging into one now, a long stretch of memories. yet i know i won't forget, can't, my mind refuses it. but as long as they settle comfortably in the back of my mind, undisturbed, everything's going to be alright.

it all seems so far away, as if a thousand years have passed since then. time has magnified some things, diminished others, but everything is coming to me clearer than it ever has been.

defrosted and thawed.

a long time ago, days of magic, giddy times which made me light-headed with eupohoria. mingled with nights where i used to lie on my bed, too weary to keep my heart together anymore, just letting it fall into fragments. till now i never knew how i survived. felt so worn out oscillating between two ends of an emotional extreme.

it got so close it was painful, the unreachable tantalization.

now i see it as a whole, now i see it as a string of days peppered with moments of joy and tears, i see it as the end of an emotional rollercoaster ride, i see it as a chapter closed.

what a year it has been.

perhaps you're an angel. perhaps you're a curse. or perhaps you're just the sunshine.

remember my half-hearted wishes? they came true. should i be happy?

and the questions still hover, unanswered.