09| promises

// “people who love you, will stay no matter what happens,” that's just a myth— I want to break badly. It's not easy to love, it's not easy to fall in or out. Maybe it's the little moments when we dive into the peer watering boggling: you realise, yeah that's the kind of moment I always wanted to capture. When the dusty dusk fell down, you realise — maybe those little moments were enough to remember me, but easier said than done. Those unfasten bells pull you down in a haste; you actually lose your breath for a while; not in a fictional sense— but that's enough to create a daze. To hold a shielding lie for a lifetime seems easy, but you forget in the reverify of time; you have to hold many unstripped pockets— where your hands will slip like sand in the sizzling gleaning rays. Then why a promise of tomorrow, when you're hardly balancing your staffing agency in the raging bull. //

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