a dash

 

The monster that lies hidden between the days and nights is reluctant with the early years of our lives. However, such monster creates a rapid subtleness that carefully and swiftly meshes our days and nights; weeks and weekends, months and years—we’re quickly aging beyond recognition as time is passing us and stealing our juvenescence.
I demand a recount for my monster will find a battle such that Humbaba could not resist, and too failed.
Why? Must I rejoice in the aging process… however, happy birthday to my son, Manny as tomorrow you are 15.