Mother would force us to eat dinner together, we'd always rush and leave. Father would of course lead the way. Lady if you could force us one more time. I can imagine how her heart would flutter in sadness. Sitting here in bed eating by myself wondering: if I go tomorrow, I wouldn't be surrounded by anyone.
"A feeling of empty spaces and soulful symphonies drawn by the divine chaos by day, and the cosmic moon by night." -Mahad
One might think of it as an absolute harsh statement, yet it seems... I cant say. My resiliency is allowing detachment become stronger, bitter sweet non the less. A feeling of empty spaces and soulful symphonies drawn by the divine chaos by day, and the cosmic moon by night. There's a light, the hopeful being that I am. All I can give is another kiss from my lips to the universe, in hopes you can feel.
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