A Brief Short Story: As Long As Three Days Poem by Atef Ayadi

At my awake, or if I put it as sharp as it seems to me - when I am connected to my self, - I am at first very natural, forward, a life, jumpy, a prepared hunter, a lover, a drama designer. My hope is to keep this a life.
This is me as if I am living for only one day. In my second day, I set back, to enjoy my memories or what I project as an outcome.
In my third day, I revolt, I go into details about what happened in my first day, my second, and what will happen tomorrow. I am always restless when I look for details. I take my time, spoil myself, and fantasize in catching details, and all the flooded memories.
-I do not resist my memories, they come, intelligently accurate and beautifully knitted.- It seems to me that I do not need more than three days to create a forth committed and actual celebrating day.