A Conversation (Countered)

Birds chirping, sun light sneaking through the leaves,

breathing has finally been relieving.

 

How could this world, and you, celebrate my nonexistence?

 

Nothing has to make sense.

Nothing has to make sense.

 

28 April 2017, 00:06

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A Conversation

Your scent lingers, your laugh echoes.

But, that’s the past.

Remember when I laid my head on your chest?

Apparently, no.

I have never been so sleepy for a long time.

Sleep, then.

How if I run out of my chance to wake up?

Good night.

– 27 April 2017, 23:56