One Extra Day

It strikes midnight. 

Six insensible hours a year have been passing us by - like a ghost. We remain unaware. Until now. Four quarters. Finally, a whole day. Finally, perceivable. Finally, acknowledged. 

It has always been that way. Bits and pieces ignored. Until we finally see that those broken portions could actually be a part of something. And it can actually be whole again.

Insensibilities. Somehow, if we could just see things in a different perspective, we could see beyond what is invisible. We could feel through the numbness.

If only.