Summer Sky

On some days it feels like we’re running out of new memories.
On other days it feels like we could start an endless journey towards our old memories.
It always feels like  a void.
And just when we decide to crawl back alone into that fragile shell,
We stock each other’s loneliness,
By offering to share our dark and gloomy shells which suddenly transform into everything as bright and warm as the summer sky. 

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