The only constant is i.
Fall comes; things die.
Summer comes; birds fly.
Leaves shatter, grass frays
thousand reminders, endless mistakes
twirling stairway… 644 more words
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This post may seem like a fiction story because it is our self-defense mechanism that makes us reason that way, that anything that happens at unconscious level, what we feel but cannot explain, those weird dreams, thoughts and images, must not be real. 2,074 more words