Day No. 407: Black Hole Sun

Day becomes night becomes day. Is everything the same as the day before? I doubt it is. Even so, I doubt the very existance of perpetuality. A big rehash of yesterday, I thought someone might be getting lazy at resetting it with ice. We're overdue for goodness sakes!

Anyway, won't it come? And wash away the rain? I love super white coffee. Everything else will become insignificant compared to the stability of the mind. Oh incohesive babbling will undermine the very line I'm trying to draw everyday. It's beginning to fade. I can't hold on much longer.