In some odd
and dispassionate way,
she used to think of
all the things that could
possibly go wrong in a
single day.
She was that kind of
girl -
unfeeling and bland. You
couldn't really say
she was a heartless person.
In fact, she hated to be
called such.
Because she wasn't, really.
"Everything shifts and
spins at night like an insane
dance of the rising tides."
she said.
That tiny drop of faith
turned her nights of mourning
and grieving to her own
sentiments into a vision of
bliss. Like suicidal thoughts
and gloomy atmospheres
turn into promised carousel
rides and mornings spent
in terrains.
"Good days, good days"
she said.
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