Friday, May 29, 2015

.: Dwindling passages :.


Early hours.

After saying so much, it seems like all words only fall on deaf ears. Thus one chooses to remain silent, hoping that the silence will one day be understood, despite knowing how futile this stance may be. 

Before long, the silence will soon be forgotten, along with the care, and the feelings that came with it. Eroding the relationship further to scattered dust.

Tired soul.
6.25am, Malaysian Time
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