5 Days and 3 More

It's only been 5 days, I think to myself. It feels like longer. It feels like a year. No, it feels like more than a year. It feels like it's been an entire lifetime and it feels endless. I'm trying to imagine what it was like 5 days ago and I cannot. For some strange reason, life before those 5 days ago seems to have not existed, and only those long, arduous 5 days are all that I have lived. There's only 3 more, I tell myself. 3 more days before this absence is over and things will return to normal. Ah, normality! How I miss you so very much. I think about 3 days from now and how impossible it seems. I'm not sure if I can make it, but I don't really have a choice in the matter. It frustrates me greatly. I wonder how the weeks preceding those 5 days have seemed so short, so swift, but these last 5 days have dragged on and on seemingly without an end. If I could go forward in time to 3 days from now, I would do it in a heartbeat. Thinking about these 5 days and the 3 more makes me realize it's really only 8 days. In the grand scheme of things, it's really a very short amount of time. Especially considering how long my lifetime has been, and how long it will be. 8 days is nothing, it's a blink. It's forgotten, it's a moment. But right now these past 5 days and the 3 more to come is making me think that life is never ending. For millions of years, this world has been spinning and creatures have been roaming the earth, but in these past 5 days, the world has ceased to move. Everything seems to have been completely motionless, as if when you left, you took motion with you. Things are now stuck, patiently awaiting your return. I try to keep busy, not thinking about how long the next 3 days will be; how incredibly infuriating they will be and how on a large enough time-line, these days will be long forgotten. But I will not forget. For the rest of my life, I will remember those 5 days, and the 3 more to come.