If one day we meet again, I'd like to hear your stories. I'll offer you a coffee date in our favorite café a few blocks away from our old, shared apartment. I'll find a spot near the window where we can observe people and compete in a deduction game that often makes people think we're a crazy duo.
I know you'd pick a matcha-flavored drink, and I would judge you as much as I can because who in their right mind would think matcha is nice? You and a few more human populations, of course. But I'd give up everything to watch you ask for it again.
I'd hear you out and your varying observations of people. Because whenever you try to speak of what you think of them, you make it sound as if you have taken a short stroll in their souls. One thing's for sure, you try to put yourself in their shoes by just observing their actions and how they speak. That's the one thing I doubt I'd ever find in a person again.
To watch you solve a cold case that is almost thrown under the rug makes me feel proud; that I was once the person who saw your potential through the gift that you have. And now, you saved me. Soon enough, you'll find me, and I hope you don't blame yourself for this tragedy. And even though it took you some time, I'm glad you finally made it.
If one day we meet again, I'll tell you I'm sorry for not listening to anything you've said. I would not drive for miles, with hopes of feeling alive, only to lose my life in a short snap of time.
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The Brain is Never at Rest
PoetryHi. This is a collection of the pieces I wrote for the past years. If some of these sounded or looked familiar, it's because I've posted them in another account I used to go by. Thank you for taking the time to read my work! I hope you'll have a fu...
