When the world is still, I think of you, of all that was and what used to be. In that moment, there is clarity, the suns shines brighter, and the wind touches my face like an old friend who knows how much tears I’ve stopped from falling. 

The world seemed too real then, every breathe pierced my lungs, every feeling hurt my chest, and only you could stop the pain, but even then the dream does not stay. 

When the world is still, there is music, the rain stops, the clouds roll away, the sky is bigger, people smile, wishes come true and there’s you when I turn at the corner.

But today, life’s noise drowns the pain, and only the memory remains.

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