It's staying up until 3 am at night to say you just don't want to leave yet. Seeing 'yet' as a witness in the corner of the screen. It's coming late for the life you used to live and don't even bother. Catching buses for the trains you missed, flying with embracing wings in the backseat of a bicycle.
It's racing with the speed of heart, while resting in the peace of a park in spring. It's thanking hindoe-gods for miracles, hear you call my name in the notes of a melody, even being 'read' by you in every single way...
It's knowing you, I guess, and know that you know we know... each other.
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