There are good days and bad days.
On good days, I listen to music.
On bad days, I can’t bear the silence.
On good days, I cook my favourite dish.
On bad days, I can’t decide on what to eat.
On good days, I can turn a page or two.
On bad days, I can’t seem to turn my life around.
On good days, I try to get in a conversation.
On bad days, I try not to disturb this perfect stillness.
On good days, somehow time seems to run out.
On bad days, I can see the time seep through my floor.
On good days, I try not to think of the bad days I had.
On bad days, I hardly remember the good days I had.