This day, today, could have been just another day without any memories or any specialness attached to it. Yet today is the birthday of so many people, the death day of so many people, the day people won a lottery, or lost a bet. Today is special to someone, and today is unique for someone.
Today somebody made someone very happy, somebody nearly got a ticket, and retail therapy didn't exactly work for somebody either. Somebody collapsed and cried like a baby on their room's floor, their cheek on their palm and the palm drenched in tears. Then they pulled themselves up, wiped the tears with a T-shirt and walked on like nothing happened, like no past wound was poked, like no pain awaits in the future.
There is a feeling known to most of us, that feeling when the heart literally sinks, pressing beneath the rib cage against the diaphragm. You can feel it sinking, and then you can feel it sinking internally, the romantic heart that which novelists and lovers speak of. Today was the day of hearts sinking. Of hearts getting saved, and then just floating unaware of their destinies.
Is there a sea of hearts where hearts keep floating on the surface, yearning in longing for their other half? Or is it half of a heart floating around looking for its other half? Creepy eh?
Anyway, today was just another day of the past. Forget it.
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