2013-04-22 - 5:58 p.m.

The day breaks. It smashes apart into pieces, so that you can see its insides, and the soft and creamy center. It is delicious, but it does not last. Soon you are left with the bitter husk, which your mouth rejects. Soon nothing is left. And the day darkens like a bruise. You are left with so many regrets, and the day hollow, and licked clean. Tomorrow is a new day. And too soon nothing is left.