Musings, Revisited

Many atimes I ponder if the world would come to a halt had it been me behind a piercing scream, shattered glass and dead silence as the lights dim out and emotions, lost. A month before, a week before, a day before, an hour before, today, as such. . . it doesn't matter. Impending birthdays bring that sense of uncertainty whether your sense of being creates some sense for the world around you. They make you pause and wonder if there are many more to come. There are dreams to catch, people to love, and lives to lead. How many more fortnightly days of March will I take reign before these are mine for keeps?