Every time I look at the sky
There is a story, in my head
It has you and me
It has all our meets and departs
It has all the bareness and despairs
So every time I look at the sky
I see you, in different forms
I converse, not in language, in emotions
And every time I look away
I take along my story, you take yours
In the hope of seeing each other again
All meetings are pretty much the same
Except some happen solely inside the head
Yet give me strength to live, as if so real.
It is often easy to overlook the most essential things. Because we know they're there, whether we consciously think of them or not. And everytime I go through this blog of yours, I am reminded of the things that are pretty much keeping us alive. And for that, I thank you. I'm not really feeling well this evening, (for the usual reason, of course), but coming back to this, it gives me some sense of comfort, some sense that in this moment, I'm not alone.
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