the faceless apparition of hope

there is, was, will be no certainty

entangled by the life's curse

you allow your hair to fall freely on your back

you allow it to brush the fabrics of your shirt...

his face barely visible among the colors of that pasteled paper

with your arms around his back

they hang freely in front of his shoulders

with his hair brushing your face..

you realized..

he is no longer there...

11:24 AMにcinderellaareus によって書かれました。

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