Those elusive feelings are written on crumpling invisible papers in the hearts of ours.
And through those papers they live.
They breathe.
We’ve been too busy to remind ourselves that we should’ve removed them long time ago.
But we didn't do anything.
Light up the fire,
my dear.
Burn them to ashes.
Let the wind scatters what have been ruined.
Tonight. Tonight.
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*a prose for my best friend, amoy. Haks :p
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