[i.]
it would be that scent of the rain; petrichor and forgotten seeds peeping out to catch a glimpse of the world.

[ii.]
the day I woke up without my chest throbbing

[iii.]
the moment of sunset;
the sun drowning in the horizon.

[iv.]
the way a newborn holds your finger tightly as if never letting go

[v.]
the way clouds still glow after the sun has set as if telling us it's not necessary for the sun to see to feel it's light.

[vi.]
the melancholy of never experiencing that beautiful happiness again.




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