Take it slow, they say.
They don't know what you're feeling. You feel like a bird, you feel like a crazy person trying to find a bit of reason in all of this. You're lost in words that make you feel like being born again.
They just don't know.
You keep on following advice. You keep on trying to avoid being hurt by what surrounds you, but the surroundings help you in a way they don't understand. You feel alive again, you feel like conquering the whole fucking world. What did this person do to you? Not even me, not even I know.
She's so lost, they say.
She isn't. She found herself in this forsaken place. She's slowly knowing who she is again. She doesn't know what to say, she's afraid of scaring it away again. No, she can't bare scaring it away again. She needs his words, she needs his wisdom, his world. His worls is a place to explore. So big of a place she can't even begin to describe its power towards her.
Oh please don't.
She's really scared. Is he as scared as her? Probably. She just has to go along with it and understand that only time will make him see what's really lying aroud here.
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