The bottle has always been half empty.
Not only that’s how he sees it. He makes it look like one.
That’s one of the very few realities that never faked a truth. One that is yet to prick him till it hurts.
Does a circle end? He contradicts. Whatsoever color you may decorate your answer with. Certain things will remain constant.
Like the dreams that floats in his eyes. He sees her. And, then he is too scared to even cry. Afraid whatever remains might drown down with the tears.
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