for Amor (Daniyaal), my hero 1.
All the loose ends On the frayed edges Of our darker days Solidify into a (slightly) lighter coloured line of hope above the flurred horizon of unquiet wakefulness. A lightening of the weight of those blanket days we couldn't sleep under anymore, pressing down like a heavy child on our knees, numbing our legs and keeping us in our uncomfortable places. Now that the line is drawn through our frazzled lives and appears (only as we move away) we finally have a border to darkness, a whiter edge to that long furry colour. The woollen scratches of our pain and their fuzzy confusion do not stretch anymore as far as the eyes can't see.
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