37 It creeps up on you and then you wonder what the hell just happened

𝘐𝘵'𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩.

𝘐𝘵 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘴 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘺.

𝘌𝘹𝘱𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘵,

𝘛𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘶𝘱 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭 𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘤𝘦.

𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘦.

𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘦𝘵 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘵𝘴.

𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸, 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸.

𝘐 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘳𝘺.

𝘛𝘰 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘮𝘺 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴,

𝘏𝘰𝘸 𝘴𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘭𝘺;

𝘈 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘥𝘪𝘮,

𝘛𝘰 𝘮𝘦.

𝘔𝘺 𝘢𝘸𝘬𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧-𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘦𝘮,

𝘏𝘢𝘴 𝘯𝘰 𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘮.

𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘏𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘺,

𝘐𝘴 𝘮𝘺 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮.

𝘍𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘩𝘪𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘦,

𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦.