He was left into a silent retribution towards her undesired love.
The night after, he met her again.
She, returning his lost earphones.
But somehow, somewhere.
Something still exists between them.
Something small.
Fragile.
And they shared a timely moment on the swing by the park.
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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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Something we see, something we do, something we feel, something we taste, something we express.
These are recollections of happenings that clutter the life of a blogger; be in happiness, sadness, any human emotion that comes across...
These are recollections of happenings that clutter the life of a blogger; be in happiness, sadness, any human emotion that comes across...
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