The world isn't always colourful, strewn with roses and gives the reasons to smile. Sometimes, or rather commonly, the dark clouds flew over us, covering the light without whom we can't grow properly just like green life's. The wind uproots those beautiful roses, sending them at us, crashing on our faces, and it's all in the environment of merciless darkness.
Crying. One of the emotions that show our feelings in a very obvious, sharp and telling way. The tears are the words, and eyes screaming them out, like a mother who lost her child. And just like that, our cheeks are now enriched in salty rivers, flowing straight through the void, and ending up melting into anything that stand on theirs way.
Position is also important here. Limply body telling about withdrawing, exhaustion, given up, as if the sadness drained all the energy, leaving us like psychically weakened.
Being tight in our own embrace means of trying to protect ourselves from badness, searching for comfort, as if in replacement of another person, just to not feel alone within...
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Before publishing another image from the chapter of my story, I wanted to share with those ones, which I got on the way of generating. It wasn't in my plan to wrote so descriptively, but guess it just flew with me.
Today expect another post, this time with Levi and Thomas in such circumstances, but together. See in a couple of hours:)",
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