In the midst of a calm storm, there is always the invisible rain…

Falling when you least expect it, but it doesn’t leave a puddle, it simply remains…

Not seen from the naked eye, neither will the heart feel pain, it revisits a familiar place, maybe for the afterpain….I don’t know, I can’t explain…

But she remembers the false reality, sum like ah deja vu, stuck in trance, swerving from code blue…

Not the occasional rendezvous, dismissing all negativity, and reminiscing the breakthrough, but she knows nothing lasts forever, and that’s just the cold hearted truth….

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