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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. 



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  1. TurquoiseAmethyst10 April 2022 at 09:51

    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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