its just merely a number, they no longer measure in numbers anymore. but these numbers add up to form a significant value, like how all ‘present’s pile up only for you to climb, clamber for a better tomorrow, a brighter future. so why do you feel stripped of purpose, company only lingering souls of the past, steam from achingly bittersweet memories, like a good cup of coffee that wakes you up from dreams. how long more would it take to ascend to the top, look down on the breathtaking view, only to realize you’re still alone? maybe it’s time to stretch open both arms, welcome the breeze that wipes your tears for you.