When unicorns were still possible;
When the purpose of knees
was to be skinned;
During that summer-
Which may never have been at all;
But which has become more real
than the one that was-
"Every morning when I wake up for brief moment, barely a second, I'm happy. As if sleep has allowed me to forget. But then it hits me and that moment when I remember, it's the worst part of my day!"
