Time. Truth. Hearts.

It would be marked as the third best day of your life. First was when you were birthed into this side of reality. Second would be the day you had died and polluted the soil and the air with your rotten flesh and ash.

As you looked in the mirror, a mundane plugin to your daily routine filled with irregularities and vanity, you would see your eyes and wonder why they didn’t glisten anymore. You would formulate wise questions with even wiser answers, something you would pose to everyone. You would muse as the leaves fell down from old trees for you couldn’t wait to be stepping on their crunchiness. You would inhale oxygen and exhale in long, dry sighs all the carbon dioxide of the universe.

You would smile for you felt you had signed a social contract that compelled you to subscribe to the notions of niceties and pleasantries to make everyone feel a bit better after burning their toasts or cutting their fingers on the chopping board or getting fired. You wondered constantly whether smiles were reserved for you, too.

You always walked humming to yourself for you felt that in silence was where the devil spawned from. It didn’t even matter what song you hummed along to. You would hum, smile and traverse the quaint twists and turns of your side of reality.

You would bump in to souls, never knowing, never wanting to. You smiled at them, anyway, at the right places and at the right times. You would walk along for you felt that the world constantly moved, in a very non cosmic way, and to stop was to be left behind. You would continue this until you realize that after bumping into a particular soul, as you smiled in apology, you were receiving the same apologetic smile. You would feel the carbon dioxide exit your body in quick gushes and you would be wondering why you felt hot in your white cotton shirt on such a windy day.

It was that day that your eyes started glistening again: the third best day of your rather insignificant life.