I've lived through another December, this time it wasn't even that bad. A little harder in the second half, but overall definitely better than what I was already used to. If this continues, I may even come to like it again, as if I were still a six-year-old child. Blissful.
Did you know? Sadness comes in two hues. One is made of longings, when you miss someone unfathomably. An other - of broken hopes and lost dreams, where there is nothing left. I may be made of the first. Without doubt, one day I will die of the second. And mind you, not with a bang or anything like that - I'll just merge into the thin allergic air. Completely unnoticed.
On New Year's Night I've seen a most peculiar kind of smoke, like a pack of light souls ascending heaven. Happily.
Did you miss me? I seemed so sure.
Did you know? Sadness comes in two hues. One is made of longings, when you miss someone unfathomably. An other - of broken hopes and lost dreams, where there is nothing left. I may be made of the first. Without doubt, one day I will die of the second. And mind you, not with a bang or anything like that - I'll just merge into the thin allergic air. Completely unnoticed.
On New Year's Night I've seen a most peculiar kind of smoke, like a pack of light souls ascending heaven. Happily.
Did you miss me? I seemed so sure.
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