There are these days that feels like in the middle of sunrise and storm. Where you're not exactly sunshine nor a hurricane. You're just there in the middle. Calm.
The calm while the petrichor lingers around the porch or kicks in your open window while the raindrops slides down and you sip on your cup of coffee watching the forthcoming of another storm.
Your calm before the storm. There's your trepidation of being happy because you know that after it, catastrophe will come knocking around your tranquility. Like darkness taking you back to its lair. Waiting to cradle you in its arms again. Because it has always been the cycle.
But let these words remind you that this phase is meant to be calm and not the vessel of your anxiety or preparation for war. So, let these words soothe your tired system instead of dreading over an incoming battle. Let this be your serenity.
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Rising From Cinders: Misfit Guide to Escape Reality
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