Life goes on

 That subtle feeling you get when some coincidence happens and boom you got incidentally reminded of an old friend/ a past path companion/ friends that you had to part ways with.


That hazy current of nostalgia mixed with some kind of a long-waited relief about letting go. 


That echoic equivocal voice inside your mind that's making its way through the rubble, gasping to hardly deliver a concept: things worked out for the best.


That feeling is hybrid.

 That feeling is unique. 

That feeling is you.




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