ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤDRIFTING SHADOWS
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ(. AMONG, THE CURTAINS .)
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤsome of us / were drowned.

Her astute perception allowed her to reveal the hidden beauty nestled within the intricate tapestry of life. With a discerning eye, she could spot the shimmering threads of joy woven alongside the darker strands of despair, transforming the mundane into the extraordinary.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤThus who filled with grace
ㅤㅤㅤㅤyet / everyone / wants / a / revenge
ㅤㅤㅤㅤand eventually, stucked in @OurGrief.

Each day unfolded before her like a masterpiece, where the laughter of children echoed like music in a sun-drenched park, and the gentle rustle of autumn leaves whispered stories of change and renewal. In her presence, even the simplest moments like a stranger’s smile or the warmth of a shared meal sparkled with significance, illuminating the rich and vibrant colors that adorned the canvas of existence.

In the profound silence that permeates this offshore atmosphere of the psyche, the soul attempts to forge a covenant with the silence itself. It reaches out to touch the hem of the infinite, hoping to find a resonance that mirrors its internal dissonance. Every thought is a heavy stone cast into a bottomless well, and the wait for the splash the validation of being stretches into an epoch of agonizing anticipation. The boundary between the seeker and the sought becomes a blurred horizon, a mirage of salvation that retreats with every step taken toward its shimmering façade.

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