8

I'll call this day "8".
It's the 2920th day after.

For this year, I've opted to be melancholic for 8.

So much has happened.

I only grieved for 8 more or less 365 days after.

And then, hours will pass...

Time doesn't make me forget.
The length and distance from the memory doesn't make me forget.
Every year, everyday, the memory becomes more and more engraved.
As time passes, it becomes more clear...

I wonder if after it surpassed "realness", would it turn into a blur?