Standing on the rock which is standing alone, waiting for someone who is never shown.
Lone rock wants to break my hope because it have experience of eternal, but how to stop hope which exists internally and not external.
Everyday sharing my wordless and silent stories with that rock, my thoughts are running with universal speed, i am failing to block.
Flying birds are saying while flying at crossroads, you will see light of hope and your tribes.
Time is passing slowly, times which pinches painfully.
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