The ebullient doodled coils soon transformed into an unfathomable black shade on the torn piece of scratch paper pulled from the never-ending abyss of the couch cushions. The dark abyss soon turned into a cinerescent cloud, turning into insignificancy on the insignificant, lifeless,
piece of paper. Further and more distant it seems. Although, it’s almost reachable, touchable; I can sense it so close. If only the flesh casing attached to the utmost tip of my finger could liquefy into an elastic band, wrapping and constricting around the last bit of happiness. It would be impossible to let go. For this such rarity only creates a virtuous sensation, vibrantly illuminating all of its vicinity in unison.
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