What's Pragmatic on your earth?
You ask this a lot...
You see a bottle of hand rub to do away an alien being, you mask up meeting with your favorite people...
The books you shared, the glance you stared, at the one the most important for you, is hidden from you, and you forbidden from that person.
The time flied even though, what's pragmatic you ask alone, the speakers on your deck shouting a song you loved, the shoes you wore are not withered, an extra pair of socks you bought is lost in your cupboard and still you think your hot glass of coffee will part your way with that pale natured filled case of your medals...
The hairband you use to tie your hair, now you find it a weird object around you, it's not pragmatic to tie your strands to flaunt the world, when you know the world is is hiding.
Wrecked up pieces of shattered glass is doing a play with the transitional winds and it came to your room and you thought it was pragmatic to think that it was the silver lining...