the way it was seemed like a miracle, a dream of today; the way it is. they linger close to the heart but it would never be again. there are no tears, but the heart weeps quietly inside.
just like how flowers are reduced to black remains in a matter of days after they unleash their beauty to this world. when they show themselves, you reach and bask in their beauty and glory at its peak, then you are left in the vacuum called 'loneliness'. you are on your own until you find a way out. some are drown in this sea of nothing-ness but most get out of there alive. 'where'd they go?' you wonder. but sadly, you won't get an answer.
you can blind yourself in the fog called past but in the end they're just a mixture of moisture and air for a temporary measure of comfort... and inevitably the part where they left...
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