"I don't know what to do with you" he tells her.....
The feather of thought she was, as he spoke, she feels the weight of rock in his arms...
She picks her presence to walk away...
Unable to swift past him...she slips in the dark ocean of faces, of moments, of life events.
Has she been an unbearable woe....anything but she whispers to self.
It's a journey she has to walk alone, it's a journey he can't heart it, it dawns on her it's always been only HER journey!
"is this what you want" she asks with her lips sealed.
Hazaar rahen ....
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