A bubble which flies through time
In an Endless space sharing no distance
No place nearby can be called as home
Only burst when one let others to pop itMistrust, Fragility, weight of the world bears by their shoulders
Easy was never their closest fiancé
Disconnect was only their intimate colleague
Blessings, emotions, Vulnerability only shared through the music they let in their earA rope which functions to push, pull and another
Push away memories to go away further
Pull close empty memories yet to suffer
Or another can't be hanged due to the weight one smotheredFight or flee, would be the first reaction done by many
To fight means to oppose, which ends them
To flee which wish to return what has been condemned
To be or not to be, would be the question to set them free
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To the Hallway,
PoetryHouse of words that is riddled with a hint of color and a smear of conscience, beneath the impeccable canvas of stainless mind.