How does one measure a day? Is it by seconds? Minutes? Hours? Or is it measured by something more? More than mere digits. Something timeless. For me, it's measured by brief moments where time blurs out of focus, and all recollection of it fades. It's a smile. It's heartbeats. It's love sparks. A day in my life holds no adventures, and no adventure can truly describe one's self. It's in the small things that i show who i truly am. From laughter, to butter scotch kisses. My day is filled with remnants of days past. When i was a kid, I used to day dream. I do it to this day.