I forget how it feels like standing & walking on my own feet. Happiness isn't harvest by being with other instead it shines within ourselves, and yet this fact tend to slip my mind almost all the time. Plain words that escaped your lips carved on colossal impact in me & despite the never-ending fracas, we always have had our serendipity. Lately the ramification of it simply went berserk. Will it ever be as comely as before? Or we artlessly lost it sparks due to my revolting disparity? Or maybe just the essence of me baffle your very core? If my morpheme isn't enough then tell me, aren't my vitality means something? Isn't my turnover counts? A wise man once said it's fun to do the impossible, we're impossible & my fervor is still high thou the question mark that linger around clearly raise upon the indifferent of both worlds. It's time to face the music.
*It's a temporary madness, it erupts like an earthquake then it subsides.
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