Good. I shouldn't have asked but...good. I guess.
You ever wonder how wispy memories can be? They're like clouds, easily formed, easily shredded apart. Or like a delicate pearl chain. Beads of memories held firmly together by a string ; yet when someone knocks it over, it breaks and scatters to the ground. Shattered, disarrayed, forelon.
I find myself running after it as if it was a departing train. Scurried for echoes of our laughters, the warmth of your hugs, the desperation of clinging on to something...
...something so fragile. Like life.
I saw you yet you were void. I saw through you. You're like a black fog now.
Time to sleep now little princess.
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