Brevity, Quill


There are days when the sky turns into the brightest tapestry.Days when my heart is full and soul warm. When darkness protects my innocence. Times when every sign of hurt disappear in air. When contentment takes me in her arms as I fall asleep. There will be days when you will find another million reasons to be awake. It is blurry but I saw my grief sitting so far way from me, giving me some more reasons to be alive

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