The storm fades, the chilling wind blew, thus rises a faint sun.
the faint sun symbolizes faint hope. faint hope or little chances of fixing things.
once a storm is invoked, it pretty much destroys everything. it destroys anything that lies in its path.
but, a voice. a friendly voice eased the storm inside my heart. i was told not to act like a frenzied wolf. i paused . i think. i regret. i just think that fixing this mess would be so hard. it may took some time. all things have broken into pieces. into tiny fragments that would require time to bind those pieces back into shape.
but is there any ample time for it? is there any? i just don't wanna lose the angel that always motivated me.
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