On my way back home I've been overwhelmed by an insurmountable urge to cry. A force was rumbling inside. My blood was boiling, about to burst through my breath. The agony might have been psychological but it's so strong and powerful that every inch of my skin ached, my chest the most severely.
When the bus came out of the tunnel, the sky has already changed its face in less than two minutes. The passengers were silent but their shock was apparent. The rain poured so hard I guess everything hit by the water must be in great pain. I felt like my heart was not here with me anymore. It's in the rain outside, somewhere invisible from me, as it chose to endure the torment alone. And I was to go home without my heart.
Eventually I did not cry. The rain outweighed my tears.
My life is very much on track but my mind is, all over again, distracted by the same thought.
Distracted by the same though of:...
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