it comes smooth by the window. there's something there that is trying to tell me that it is still worth it. it sounds like a sensation. it is supposed to feel like this. but while clouds are so gray, I still can't read any of those sweet words. it feels like a fair wind, but still not enough. till I don't feel those words whispered on my ears, it won't be soft. never enough for the right sensation. although it is weightless, those missing words still makes me cry at night.
~ sounds like a Bob Dylan melody to me ~
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