Seven fifty-nine of the thirtieth of one

Today is a beautiful day.

The sun isn’t as mad as it was the other days, trying to poke into your skin.

The air is cool and quite enough, not giving you chills nor making you feel dry.

Everything was okay in the surface.

Nothing will get affected if they don’t know about what’s inside.

So maybe- just maybe, that’s a good thing.

So you go for what’s better. You go for what doesn’t change anything. You go for silence. You go for pretense.

Because today, is a beautiful day.


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