Silent room with crickets left in the yard of the house. My eyes were still burning, staring straight at the bulb that no longer glowed. My thoughts are crawling away. Again moving towards the past four years. I sighed slowly closed my eyes. The alternation of night and day every day for months or even years has not yet eliminated the congestion marks on the chest. Clingy and struggling to always make me upset. How long do you want this? How long do you want to haunt my mind? Well. The more I closed my eyes, the more the memory teased me by turning itself into a documentary film. Memories for memories, white and blue, were infiltrated giving hope that togetherness will come and age later.
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