Eyes are like Hajar Aswad. They have sockets, put inside a chasm of dignity - to see, to feel. Once, the meteoric stone was white as clouds of the first day ramadhan, clear as the sky of the lailatul qadar's dusk. For thousand years, it witnessed too many. My eyes used to bright and clear to see. Now they are opaque and blind - to see, to feel
eyes to the brain, to the heart. opaque. it creates weakness and stupidity. now i am wight. i walk to nowhere. i do tasks for zonk. the hell is waiting at the end of the street. am I heading through?
Remember last year when you told me
To always stay here and never leave me
The light from your eyes made it feel like
We-e-e were dancing in the moonlight
Remember last year when you told me
That these will be lifelong stories
The light from your eyes made it feel like
We-e-e, we're dancing in the moonlight
- Vanderwaal
and there is a memory, being repeated by ghost. about promises of candy land. how beautiful the heaven is? i need to change this destination.
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