Waiting For The Dark Clouds to Disappear

Aabir's world swirled with the mosaics of holding himself together and reveling in the taunting post-truths life had thrown at him. He felt estranged from life, not knowing he was longing for a sense of coziness, always feeling out of his skin. Looking through a pair of ingrained glasses, he saw himself apart, excluded, and excused. In his writings, he choose a steep path for himself which, no matter how bright the sun shined on it, led to a cliff.

In black and white terms, she could view everything as doomed. And that was exactly what she chooses not to do. Too tired of the hopelessness, she thrived with the risk hope provided. Daydreaming with a spring in the steps: that was Reba is a few words. Then she tumbled onto him, a world that challenged her beliefs. Thankfully, Reba accepted that challenge. Otherwise, we wouldn't be here now, would we?