fading days of march

there's just so many things going on right now to actually see things clearer as usual. as is the case, days now are never the usual, not out of the ordinary, but the bland roll of time ticking away like clockwork reminds me of such seemingly endless wait for something irrationally relevant such as the release of the results. i say irrational because there's no need to ponder a single thought on it much less waste productive time thinking more about it each day, since after taking such grueling exams, one need only wait till the actual results come out. the agony of waiting only becomes such a relevant factor because every breath of life in every hard-pressed soul who took the exams seemed spent and hung out left to dry helplessly at around this specific moment--the fading days of march. will i ever make it? that is the question hanging on everyone's mind repeatedly for days on end. every single day it never fails to crop up in each person's depository of memories and bitter pills. somehow, all these forced mental masturbation must have it's orgasmic end for many, but most will definitely be sucked out dry...