If only days flew
With wings painted white
Going until there's something good ahead
Then,
They'd stop
Abruptly
Quick as lightning
And last forever
Or at least long enough so that you could cherish every second
As if its your dying day
As if you have no time left in store
Then,
They'd run
Fast as lightning
And repeat the whole thing over again
Or at least until you needed one day where nothing goes right
One day where you could feel like an utter mess
One day where you could appreciate all the days that would stop
All the days that paused and were there for more than a minute
The days full of complete euphoria
Because without a bad day
What are good days for?
