Me. By myself, yet not alone. Another being is near. Sleeping in a void, floating.
As the sun sets, it disappears. But it remains. It is here, it didn't leave nor did it die. It is here, for now.
Feelings of anger and agony are nowhere to be seen. This is a river of mild happiness and satisfaction, which calmly flows through me, but doesn't take me anywhere.
I feel it is useless. Yet still, I am fine with it. And so I give myself to the river and float. I feel happy inside.
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Tiny Moments
RastgeleSo, basically something I just throw here from the top of my head. Might be poems, short stories, diary-kind-of-shit etc... Who knows~
