Plight.

So much can happen in a 24 hour period. One moment you’re totally blissful, attractive by the abnormality and love. Enchanted by the brief and subtly rendezvous, preventing any known action from the outside world. Just two earthlings enjoying each other’s company in this massive and dazzling universe. Then, something dubious happens. Something unexpected. Now you’re hesitant and the feeling isn’t mutual. Instead, something’s implanted, something’s trifling, and it’s difficult to avoid. You find yourself wishing to scale back to the past and avert those circumstances — but you can’t. You can’t eschew unfortunate outcomes, because all you can do is experience and endure them. Blissfulness turned into a precarious misfortunate, the attractiveness is now perplexed, and you’re no longer enchanted, but concerned about how the universe will implode. I’ll admit, I’m a bit analytical and a bit of a pessimist about the ordeal, I’m not even sure if it’s an ordeal. I think I’m being hyperbolic. It’s tough to say.

Imagine, memories from the past can have an impact in the present.