Many, Many Days

My hair used to curl, softening the mars of time. Bouncy curls that never noticed the continual onslaught of days. So many, many days. 22,750. Many days wasted. many days learning the fundamentals all over again. Can't touch this! I seek no reviews, no proclamations, no adoration, no sympathy, no empathy, no second hand news. Through biased evergreen I have felt more joy in the space of a day than some ... I see only contentment and measured happiness closing in on the end of days, so many, many days.