Short Seemingly long days,
Quite the usual drift back then...
Pointlessness and all that daily misery.
Sadness and Sharpness in the Air,
Tyre Screeching and Distant Screams in despair.
Stillness...

Those were the days.
Days when I was recovering from my prediction Dreams.
Ones which caused me Chronic Insomnia because I just couldn't live the same day twice.

I knew what would happen, the funny sound the door would make, that drop of coffee that would fall out the cup and land on the table.
The number of times the dog would bark, the direction the wind would blow the leaves,
I literally knew everything about the day the moment I opened my eyes almost like a camera on rewind or repeat.

I did talk about it.
I couldn't take it anymore.
But unfortunately it was my monkey to carry.
I'd seen everything before,
and no one had the ability to comprehend.

So I cursed myself.
Put myself in Deep meditation
And did some self hypnosis.
Only I could end this madness.

I must say it worked.
Not exactly.
But it atleast made me forget about the dream.
Though there'd be a glitch every now and then where I knew I'd experienced the same moment before.
So I went on with the Life of the Endless Persuit of Nothingness.

Until this one Day.
This One unexpected Day in February...
I was in the dream and I saw the...