If mysteries were solved, they would no longer be mysteries. There must be unknowns in the equation. There must be false ceilings, unspoken words between the lines. There must be hesitation, unfulfilled expectation, thrills and sensation.
Sometimes joy is as easy as sharing a favorite song with a loved one, helping to phrase a few sentences, asking how the day is so far. For when the day is over, when you look into the mirror, all smiles you have made throughout the day, all melt into one...your own.
Sometimes joy is as easy as sharing a favorite song with a loved one, helping to phrase a few sentences, asking how the day is so far. For when the day is over, when you look into the mirror, all smiles you have made throughout the day, all melt into one...your own.
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