The end of Supanova 2011, brought him back to reality.
Now, he considered himself "overworked". The people surrounding him as of now wanting him to do all sorts of things. His hands are full, no, his hands overflowed with their requests and their beliefs. Some of the requests are due to half-minded people without any consideration.
People leaving things behind.
Questioning his authority.
Promises made to wash dishes. M washed them in the end.
Organising voluntary work for everyone, while other important members stand and watch the work being done for them.
More stories resided within him.
The budding flower bloomed too soon.
Too fast.
Deep within him, he suppressed his anger...his emotions.
An emerging volcano may pop out sooner or later.
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Stand in his shoes. See his world with your eyes. The bumps of these clouds say of your emotions. The colours contrast your expressions. The number of clouds says of your stories. The darken trees collide with reality and imagination. The blue highlights of the sky tempted down to its mirror, as the day goes into the end. The stars lit up bright thereafter...while I stand here on the sidelines, cheering for you.
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