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My mother told me what my grandmother missed most from the old world.  It wasn't the children's laughter since, at that time, she was a child herself. It wasn't the singing song birds, the sweet aroma from blossoming flowers, or our families expensive home. It was as simple as the sun on a clear autumn's day. Mother told me she would've given anything to let the sun kiss her cheeks one final time. From what I know, life was simple. People went to school, had jobs, houses, grew up and raised their kids and then those kids would start the cycle over again. Despite the crimes and ultra violence of that time, things were comfortable for those w

     I feel comfort in trivial things. Glowing stars behind the moon brightens my dark nights. I know we've gazed upon the same sky.Certain food even makes me smile, knowing the same taste lingered on your lips. Its silly how I can still feel your warmth when your breath is so far away.

My mother told me what my grandmother missed most from the old world.  It wasn't the children's laughter since, at that time, she was a child herself. It wasn't the singing song birds, the sweet aroma from blossoming flowers, or our families expensive home. It was as simple as the sun on a clear autumn's day. Mother told me she would've given anything to let the sun kiss her cheeks one final time. From what I know, life was simple. People went to school, had jobs, houses, grew up and raised their kids and then those kids would start the cycle over again. Despite the crimes and ultra violence of that time, things were comfortable for those w

Time seemed to be inching up slowly between David's chatter and the rains slaps against the car. All I really wanted was to go home.. My eyes falter closing underneath their weight, a dull roar of thoughts over sounds kicking in; my mind and I greet once again.Small criss-crosses and blurs of shapes begin to form under the blackness, different colors, different sizes, forms.. Everything starts evolving a bit more.. Not to much, just a bit. I can recognize the forms, a dull purple dress vibrating against her short and slender, pear shaped, frame.The same dress shes been wearing for a little over a week now, tattered and stained, torn and ruin