Dark dreams and long stretches of road separated us from our loved ones. We broke hearts and had our hearts handed to us in fragments. Win or lose it, in the soul, love is long.

And we considered how the grass might be greener somewhere else or with someone else. Should we turn our backs on those who have helped us get this far?

We walled ourselves in apartments and rooms away from each other. Random thoughts and mundane life was grinding us to a halt inside. Some days, we were tyrants, and some days we were saints.

Elation came as love moved within us and all around us. The cities we lived in hummed along with us.

And so, we all went back to our lives alone. Still, we dreamed and saw the beauty surrounding us. Still, the sun was pushing through the fog.

We walled ourselves in apartments and rooms away from each other. Random thoughts and mundane life was grinding us to a halt inside. Some days, we were tyrants, and some days we were saints.

THIS IS NOT part of rpmchallenge, this is just a teaser. teehee

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