Stubbornness clouded M's mind and vision.
She did not want him to come along to the airport...for what reason he does not understand. Instead, he needed to see her, even for one second, even with his last breath, even with a last spurt of energy. He gathered himself then.
The time is 4:54am.
And he is awake, to attempt to travel down.
To see her off into the horizon.
Where he could not hold her thereafter.
And no physical contact for 2 weeks.
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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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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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