The Mayqueen.

Open your eyes.

How does one measure a day? Is it by seconds, minutes, hours? Or is it measured by something more? Something more than mere digits? Something timeless. For me, it’s measured by brief moments. Where time blurs out of focus and all recollection of it fades. It’s a smile. It’s heartbeats. It’s love sparks. A day in my life holds new adventures. A new adventure can truly describe one’s self. It’s in the small things that I truly show who I am. From laughter, to butterscotch kisses. My day is filled with remnants of days passed. When I was a kid, I would day dream. I do it to this day. Between ever breath, lasts a lifetime in a dream. 

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Steve Carell didn’t know this was going to happen.