• amritpatnaik_ 9w

    This solitude sounds so much like that song we hummed together, lying naked on a white linen, not knowing of an yesterday, not worrying about a tomorrow.
    And of a past that nobody can steal from me, not you, not anybody else.
    The past that makes me hold a pillow tight, and smile, looking away from all that haunts, the one that doesn't bring to tear to my eyes but fades like a glimmer of hope.