Routine

Work heals, lessons heal, routine heals...
I was just checking another bundle of quizzes, when the Youtube accidentally played our song, the song of my university love and me...I ignored it first, resisted for a while, then put the green pen down, and sat back. I feel nothing. I am friends with Him now, friends like friends, friends like we talk about our separate personal lives, friends like we chat occasionally and it feels fine, friends like we apologized and Love is gone, friends like He is the walls I can lean on whenever...What a bitch time actually is. It washes away all...the good...the bad...all...the valueless becomes valuable, and irreplaceablea become forgotten...with time...by time...by routine....Right was Lennon when saying life is what haooens to us while we make plans...I was planning to do drama, I was planning to be an emotional woman, but I ended up going back to My Ice Queen Bitchiness, routine did it to me...again...Still, routine rocks...Routine arranges, puts the books in their drawers! Routine cleanses itself, like a lazy warm fed cat!