Rough

Cloudy skies whisper the promise of rain. Someone shows the slightest bit of interest, raising our hopes and creating sweet expectations. Is there any depth to the sentiment? Was it just a cordial moment? The sequence of quiet steps leading to complete silence. Our mind soaking in riddles. Our hearts floating on disappointments. These feelings are like grades of sandpaper scraping against the surface of our skin.

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