Sunday, July 18, 2021

Melancholy.

 Melancholy is the best way to describe what I am feeling. I try to find you in the twinkling stars and in the bustling streets. I try to reach out to you, the heart sinks and the hollowness your departure has created swallows my entire existence and I reach a restless stage where I question every step which brought me towards you and then I question everything that led to my rightful destruction. 

I miss you Pops, no matter how many times I say it, I fucking you miss you beyond words and with a force which shatters my heart every moment. 

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