You still remember when we were close but not bound, our days passed like there was no barrier. You're the one I've ever hoped for in hope.You're the one I've missed in a meeting.
And, you're the one I've been waiting for in a message. But, when you suddenly disappeared without news, is it still appropriate for me to look for you, send some messages to you just asking where you are, while we are not tied to each other. We were once people who missed each other until in the end the longing was meaningless.We were two of the most secretive people until we were done. And, we have been together with each other until in the end, it was the alien who reigned.

Is it this complicated to recover?

Giving permission to yourself so that other people can help you, intervene in your problems, I'm sure is not an easy thing. Even when we want to ask for help from other people, we are doubtful, embarrassed, and even afraid.

Even many who choose to drown themselves, do not want anyone to know, do not want to be known and found, avoid meeting other humans.

If there is a problem that you realize that you can't solve alone, you feel like no one can understand and understand. Allow yourself to be found, no need to hide. Allow others to help you. It is indeed a difficult thing, to give trust to others, to know a secret, a problem, or something that we have been hiding for so long.

Hopefully what we are going through right now, we are given strength and good friends when we face it.

There are so many people waiting. Either on the edge squeezed in a crowd, or in a quiet alley shrouded in darkness. Hey, no one's ever really alone. Do you know? In fact, there are so many people that God has created, so that they can live side by side with you. Be friends with every wound in your life. And packaged a happy that was sent as a gift for a steadfast taste changer.

But you, too ignorant of their presence. Because you are too scared, to try to open a story sheet which is certainly much happier than the old story. You are so afraid of being left behind, when you feel a comfort. You are always afraid, to be ignored by the people you love the most. You hug yourself, without buts. You're happy like this, with no one to complement.

So I implore you, to walk slowly through every obstacle in life's adventure. Because I believe, you are the most dashing human figure like them.

I wish goodness always be with you. I pray for you because I love you. Really, nothing has changed this feeling. Deep in my heart, you are still someone I love with all my heart. I never left, even though you learned to leave me. I'm still here holding tightly to all the hopes I ever told you. The hope is still the same. To someone who is always the same. The person who is still you. By still completely mastering the chambers of the heart and footsteps.

Let me cover all my worries. Let me calm all the burning feelings. In my soul you are always there. Never been anywhere. If later, you feel tired of adventuring. Come home to my steadfast body loving you. Tell me all your sorrows. We will stay together, until later, until we can no longer count the days. Even though it's a possibility that I never imagined, you only embrace being part of my heart (not with body) as the person I love.
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The sky was blue with white clouds hanging in every corner, the pink moon stepped on the steps to make the orange sun shy. The wind was blowing slowly while the air brushed aside without permission, darkness appeared secretly when the glass dots refracted. The dim light completes one cycle.

It was in that situation that a brave warrior with no shield walked naked without shoes making shrunken footprints. Firmness on his right shoulder, clad in courage on his left. Stamped dreams of clenched hands split the crowd looking for hope.

On a day like that a captain did not return. Returning to the Divine in a matter of fingers stops, eliminating those who are still thinking about the day, forgetting the love left by the side. But on the divine, feeling alone, home. Fly and go home.

You spent much more time in the Waking world lately, out of necessity rather than desire. Humans seemed to need you more then ever. A jealous pang held in his chest as sat upon his throne, without you the palace seemed empty, no more rising sun to balance his setting sun. There was no gigging at his grumpiness or noisy footsteps as your charged down the hallways, hair wild as you rushed. But most of all he missed the tender 'l love you’ whispered against each other skin.

You speak in jokes and my love spouts in laughter, you fall ill and i pack my love in pills and pour my love in bowls of soup, you talk about the things that matter and my love listens because so do you, you grow angry and my love waits in the space you need to come back calm, you feel sad and my love sounds like concern, but it looks like hugs that wait for you to pull back first.

But sometimes my love comes in banter because loving you is making you laugh louder, and sometimes my love sounds frail because i get sick too, so it looks like a flicker when i promise i carry it like a torch and sometimes my love doesn't listen, sometimes my words gush in your presence like a waterfall in a beautiful place - you are the beautiful place and sometimes my love gets angry too so it pouts in a room trying to love you more discreetly and sometimes my love weeps, because it aches in thoughts that suggest to love you is to be more, to love you is to be better and loving you when i'm less than feels like loving you less than you deserve. 

https://youtu.be/eN5mG_yMDiM welcome back, king.

Ah, September! You're the doorway to the season that awakens my soul.