For all our lives. We kept running for it only made sense when you were on the move. Things remained here, beautiful as they always were, always will be, for a brief moment of time and passed like flashbacks, sweet memories. It was as if nothing was meant to stay forever. That forever was just an idea to delude ourselves from the mortality of our own being. But then one day my heart rang. It was her voice, the touch of some fragile decibels on my eardrums. Like a lullaby in the folds of a beautiful night. Like whispers of the wind in a cold forest. I stood under the sky, on the edge of a cliff. It was the stillness of things then which made sense. The world was a constant repetition of its own reflection. Like a tree that grows right after one falls. As if to tell me about the possibility of an impossible fairytale... I thought if it was insanity to let myself get immersed. But alas! I didn't know any other way of living than insane...
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