Flake
Finding a conclusion to everything seems preposterous. A game has an end. Not emotions. They flow like the clouds . Yes, the clouds. They float in the sky. They are carriers of storm or of rain. Rainbow appears at time. Torrents. Pleasant rain.
Bitter sweet.
It's an amalgamation. So are emotions. If translated into a piece of canvas, it would be a beautiful equilibrium.
Let it out. Let the thoughts be paradoxical. Let it develop into a fabric.
Let it just be.
Be you.
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