Eyes swollen shut. It was another piece of music. It was another note of rhythm. She slipped in and out from the fog of catastrophic tears. The sweet melancholic melody played repeatedly until she screamed and broke the recorder into pieces. Optimism was her defense to grip tightly to her sanity. Winter song hummed in the air in summer. Escaping was never an option but to contemplate it - wet leaves dried while rain heavily poured on rocky pavements.
Tap. Tap. Tap. Every slide of teardrop burned on her cheeks. Every hair on her eyelids is like leaves dried from heat. Every muscle on her face weigh heavily, she could never lift her mouth. Sadness is etched on her face. The Symphony of a tragic song is what her emotions are. It was eerily mystical and bittersweet. It is what her life is...
Only if she never learned how to stop this harsh music.
02-13-21
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