It's 2 after the midnight
You have no one to talk to. Outside the window you see long-discarded stars. City light resemble a declaration of good-bye. You feel someone distant writhe inside you. And you pray the sadness will be kind of their eyes.
Sometimes you think it would be easier to love everyone than to forget just one. If by chance someone has truly touched your heart, all those who follow will only find uncertainty.
You've never been whole. Meanwhile, loneliness is a fruit that cannot be peeled. And should you try to remove it's skin, all that you will find is a much greater loneliness.
It's 2 after midnight. You need another cup of coffee.
*from the book i haven't read.
*edited
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