Jokes, laughter, everything just came out. The man enjoyed the time he spent with his companions. Every time they meet, the atmosphere is always lighter, always brighter, always better.
And as if the Earth is dancing even harder, the time always flies faster.
"I am happy when I am with them."
The man thought.
Indeed, he was happy.
Indeed, those are his real companions.
It's almost dawn, yet they're still together.
But why...?
Why does his chest feel heavy?
Is it because it's almost dawn that they ought to leave?
"No."
So, it was something else?
Then, what is it about?
YOU ARE READING
reflective reverie
RandomNot a story, not a poetry In short, not a work of art. Just a bunch of thoughts from a 'loner'.
