Remember that morning when you woke up and looked yourself up in the mirror. Your hair scattered in the air and eyes plump from crying the whole night?

How did the void sound to you? When you knew there won’t be a text from the one you talked to for a million hours of your life. Tell me that morning your forlorn eyes and shattered soul stood stagnant right in front of that same mirror that witnessed it all since the beginning. Did the mirror tell you anything? Was it aware of the end? There were no answers to your questions and the air that morning was dead.

How did the sound of loneliness felt to you?

-When it all ends.

Like a pouring night of December, first love can never be forgotten, he told me with a glimmer in his eyes.

Did he lie to me back then?

Or did my delusional mind fail to comprehend the naked truth shining bright in that moment of dancing ecstasy;

He was just being honest.

-The Art of Lying and Misconceptions.

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