People do laugh, cry, act & sit close but they're never really enough for each other. They give their ears to listen each others' melodies in which each of them lost but sometimes cacophonous of these melodies filling their heads with too much of questions & doubts that each verses start ending with the question mark & tire them with its weigh too much that they need the chair to sit with it. But the kind of weight they hold that even the chair feels like it's about to break. Why do they chase answers when the truth is in the feeling, in the silence, in quiet? People, always searching, always wondering but never really there. And now he’s here, darker one, switch off, sitting in that same chair, asking himself where everyone went. Is it not funny that one can be surrounded by people but still feel like one is the only one in the room. Everyone's too busy wondering, lost in their heads, and somehow, they’re gone.
One will be there but it feels like the room is empty just the one, the chair & the weight of it all.🌼🍂
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