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𝐴 π‘π‘–π‘π‘‘π‘’π‘Ÿπ‘’π‘ π‘žπ‘’π‘’ π‘π‘’π‘Žπ‘’π‘‘π‘¦, π‘€π‘Žπ‘–π‘‘π‘–π‘›π‘” π‘‘π‘œ 𝑏𝑒 𝑠𝑒𝑒𝑛,
𝑇𝑖𝑠 π‘£π‘Žπ‘ π‘‘π‘›π‘’π‘ π‘  𝑓𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑑 π‘€π‘–π‘‘β„Ž π‘”π‘Ÿπ‘’π‘’π‘›.
π‘†π‘’π‘’π‘šπ‘–π‘›π‘” π‘ π‘’π‘Ÿπ‘’π‘›π‘’,Β Β 
𝐴𝑛𝑑 β„Žπ‘’π‘Ÿπ‘’π‘π‘¦, 𝑦𝑒𝑑 π‘‘π‘œ 𝑏𝑒 𝑠𝑒𝑒𝑛.

𝐴 𝑔𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑙𝑒 π‘§π‘’π‘β„Žπ‘¦π‘Ÿ π‘€β„Žπ‘–π‘ π‘π‘’π‘Ÿπ‘–π‘›π‘”,Β Β 
𝐴𝑛𝑑 π‘Žπ‘™π‘π‘’π‘›π‘”π‘™π‘œπ‘€ π‘π‘œπ‘£π‘’π‘Ÿπ‘–π‘›π‘” π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ π‘£π‘’π‘Ÿπ‘‘π‘Žπ‘›π‘‘ π‘”π‘Ÿπ‘’π‘’π‘›.
𝐴𝑛 π‘’π‘™π‘¦π‘ π‘–π‘Žπ‘› 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑛',
π‘Œπ‘’π‘‘, π‘‘π‘Ÿπ‘–π‘ π‘‘π‘“π‘’π‘™ 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔.

π‘€π‘’π‘Ÿπ‘šπ‘’π‘Ÿ π‘œπ‘“ π‘Žπ‘› π‘’π‘£π‘Žπ‘›π‘’π‘ π‘π‘’π‘›π‘‘ π‘ π‘’π‘Ÿπ‘’π‘–π‘›,
𝐴𝑛𝑑 π΄π‘šπ‘π‘Ÿπ‘œπ‘ π‘–π‘Žπ‘™ π‘π‘’π‘‘π‘Ÿπ‘–π‘β„Žπ‘œπ‘Ÿ 𝑠𝑒𝑑𝑑𝑖𝑛'-𝑖𝑛.
π‘‡β„Žπ‘’ π‘™π‘Žπ‘π‘’π‘›π‘Ž π‘œπ‘“ π‘”π‘Ÿπ‘’π‘’π‘›, π‘Žπ‘π‘π‘’π‘Žπ‘Ÿπ‘–π‘›' π‘‘π‘œ π‘”π‘™π‘–π‘š,
Lπ‘’π‘Žπ‘£π‘–π‘›' π‘Ž π‘™π‘’π‘ β„Ž, π‘œπ‘“ π‘’π‘“π‘“π‘™π‘œπ‘Ÿπ‘’π‘ π‘π‘’π‘›π‘π‘’ β„Žπ‘¦π‘šπ‘›.

πΏπ‘Žπ‘ π‘‘π‘’π‘‘ π‘“π‘œπ‘Ÿ π‘Žπ‘› π‘’π‘β„Žπ‘’π‘šπ‘’π‘Ÿπ‘Žπ‘™ π‘œπ‘“ π‘‘π‘–π‘šπ‘’,
π‘Œπ‘’π‘‘, π‘Žπ‘› π‘’π‘‘π‘’π‘Ÿπ‘›π‘–π‘‘π‘¦ π‘‘π‘œ π‘π‘™π‘–π‘šπ‘.
𝐴𝑛 π‘’π‘™π‘¦π‘ π‘–π‘’π‘š π‘œπ‘“ π‘Ÿπ‘’π‘£π‘’π‘Ÿπ‘–π‘’,
πΊπ‘Žπ‘£π‘’ π‘Ž 𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑠𝑒 π‘œπ‘“ π‘’π‘π‘–π‘β„Žπ‘Žπ‘›π‘¦.

𝐴 π‘£π‘’π‘ π‘π‘’π‘Ÿ π‘“π‘œπ‘Ÿ β„Žπ‘Žπ‘Ÿπ‘šπ‘œπ‘›π‘¦,
π‘‡β„Žπ‘’π‘  π‘šπ‘’π‘Ÿπ‘šπ‘’π‘Ÿπ‘  π‘‘π‘Ÿπ‘Žπ‘›π‘žπ‘’π‘–π‘™π‘–π‘‘π‘¦.
𝐴 𝑆𝑒𝑛𝑠𝑒 π‘œπ‘“ π‘ π‘Žπ‘›π‘π‘‘π‘’π‘Žπ‘Ÿπ‘¦,
𝐼𝑛 π‘Ž π‘Ÿπ‘’π‘Žπ‘™π‘š π‘œπ‘“ π‘ π‘’π‘Ÿπ‘’π‘›π‘‘π‘–π‘π‘–π‘‘π‘¦.

π‘‡β„Žπ‘’π‘ , 𝑀𝑖𝑙𝑙 π‘€π‘Žπ‘–π‘‘ π‘“π‘œπ‘Ÿ π‘’π‘‘π‘’π‘Ÿπ‘›π‘–π‘‘π‘¦,
𝑇𝑖𝑙𝑙 π‘Ž π‘”π‘™π‘–π‘šπ‘šπ‘’π‘Ÿ π‘œπ‘“ π‘’π‘π‘–π‘β„Žπ‘Žπ‘›π‘¦.
π‘‡β„Žπ‘Žπ‘‘ 𝑑𝑖𝑠 π‘›π‘œ π‘™π‘œπ‘›π‘”π‘’π‘Ÿ, 𝑗𝑒𝑠𝑑 π‘Ž π‘Ÿπ‘’π‘£π‘’π‘Ÿπ‘–π‘’.
A reverie? a daydream?, will my reveries ever exist or era's and epochs will pass by without it being no longer just a reverie?
50 · 3d
Silhoutte
I looked around, seen you somewhere
I blinked and you're nowhere
Wander by the shore, hoping to catch a glimpse
Saw you by, and it made thinks

I got closer to see your smile
But there's a crowd and you're already a mile
I sprinted, hoping to catch you by
i lost you and it's goodbye

I stopped, dusk is setting
I looked up in the sky and it's falling
I start gazing, and my thoughts wandering
It travelled so far, it becomes bothering

Kept on walking that it started raining
Hurried, but ended up tripping
Vision of mine fading, and tears falling
While memories of you kept on haunting

The world around me disappearing
Yet, a silhoutte of you, kept appearing
I breathe and gazed into the faraway
Wishing that maybe someday, you'll be at bay
Their silhoutte will never fade, those memories will keep on haunting, but can you bear the pain of existing, knowing that the one beside you is just their silhoutte?

— The End —