I get by.

I raised my hand at the sky and closed my fist, pretending to catch the stars. Foolish as it my sound, a weird sense of beatitude crept into my soul, lighting up my insides.

A peculiar warmth emboldens the adolescent heart caged inside my dejected adulthood. The unscrupulous skies have a magical way of inspiring false hopes; maybe that’s what we need to get by, at least for tonight.

79 thoughts on “I get by.

    1. And is this a dream? No way, this is the second time I’m commenting before Shreya….
      I’m getting worried… 😭😭😭
      But celebrating at the same time πŸ˜œπŸ€£πŸŽ‰πŸŽ‰πŸŽ‰πŸŽ‰

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