Chapter 3: Midnight whispers
Change is the sword I'm afraid to face..
Change is the apocalypse I don't want to believe in or wait for ..
Change is the venom that takes the halo of life inside of you, slowly, the way you fall asleep..
Change is those restless nights you spent wishing someone would remain.
Change is the modern reflection of death, but sweet death held on to mercy since forever ,souls may know the beauty of the unknown where no heart can ache or wound last unhealed or smile fade away for the loss of a beloved. But Change my dear is the incomplete death where no relief can be caught..
Change is the disease we can not fight and the fate we can not change, we stand in between the dream we were worshiping and the reality we are about to jump into to watch the end of a joyful cycle and the start of our inward hell..
Change is the crack between you and me the kind of crack my weakness and your uncertainty can not fill .
Change is the promises you spoke under the spell of the beauty of beginnings, the same ones you could not keep within the light of today.
Change is the pain in my stomach, my heavy chest , my slow heartbeats .
Change is the sound of your footsteps as you walk away .
Hadil Mayoufi🖋
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