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Debating really hard if should even continue writing my story at this point 

adropofhumanity

a small token of kindness (8th August 2021)
          
          when the sun rises above the seas- lost a bit within the clouds and a bit in sleep- the sky takes it for itself. it bears its crown like a drop of blood on a fingertip, preciously and protectively. 
          
          then the clouds, no matter their age and symmetry, are in synchrony with the paler and the deeper shades of poetry etched in the fine crooks of the sky. which they fill. with a little blood of theirs. 
          
          finally, the universe- oh, the hopes it shields. 
          
          it has a firm grasp upon the planets and the larger bodies- like the ocean floor that the earth has laid down upon itself like a blanket- while the stars and the comets, it leaves to the space- to the air, to the motionless- to swim. 
          perhaps this is the sweeter side of death- an illusion of the forgetfulness of one's self in itself. 
          
          there is a universe flowing through the darkness of your veins. anachronistic and bold- you will find a home for the dried chokes of your throat and the salted drops of the bygone. there is a place for the sophisticated waves of your ocean and for the rageful desert where you are senselessly burning. 
          
          you and the universe are the sanest paradoxes- alive but dead. 
          
          do not let the crowd deceive you. stay awake in your own place and keep away from visiting others'. those who have the ability to accept and adhere will step in at the right moments, but in the meantime, you are desired to stay put, in your own home. 
          
          for, God forbid, if you walk away further than required- for that is what the humankind aims for- you may forget the way or even worse, the scent of your home. 
           #adropofhumanity 

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