Just

The turbulences and the tornado swept everything away, leaving only some ugly marks and sheer agitation of hopes.
Darling, you just can't have everything, can you?
As the raindrop vapours and banished, as the sun rises and beams, wipe away all the devastating dreams.
Stop your waiting and do a moving, darling you just can't long for everything can you?
Darkness may come and the moon is blinded by silver lights.
Was it your sight? Was it the night? Or darling, were you blinded?
So as far as we go and as high as the falcon flies, you draw the drawing and paint the painting and keep them locked in your crate.
Hey no, memories aren't supposed to go. Because darling, I believe this is just a twist of fate.



Just another just I try to convince myself.


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To some people out there.
Cheerio.