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Feeling isolated from the world on Tuesday is a crime that I just cant help committing. The light azure shade of the sky is transparent that I come to think if I stare really hard I could see its furthest point on this biosphere. There's even this sudden inclination to pinpoint the causes of the ever elusive sadness.

Old connections float in front of my eyes like lanterns too light to be held down among these shivering fingers.

where art thou, i wonder,
how have you been?
have you yet to feel tired of existing on earth, like i do?

We parted hands and eyes, split lives and go separate ways. As it so happened I felt as though the passage to our human connection, a part of mine, shut down, died out, forever.

But somehow I still like to believe that part alive somewhere, with you maybe. Pray it solace, the sort of sense your presence brings, to assuage the old pains carved on the remnants of us.