The convict waiting for the verdict he knew would be his as a merciless world forgets his name. With every sunset, he sees hope. And, he counts a few more.
He relishes the dream.
He lives on them.
The stage was set. He waits for his turn like he lived all his life for this to come. Meanings failed to bid its time. Only the words survived.
Dying each day.
So that he would live.
He unlearns the grammar. He navigates the gaps of a past he lived through words. A language he has long learnt to forget.
A dream he learnt to rewind.
Like it were a book he wrote.
He relishes the dream.
He lives on them.
The stage was set. He waits for his turn like he lived all his life for this to come. Meanings failed to bid its time. Only the words survived.
Dying each day.
So that he would live.
He unlearns the grammar. He navigates the gaps of a past he lived through words. A language he has long learnt to forget.
A dream he learnt to rewind.
Like it were a book he wrote.
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