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when im tumbling in a hole that i created myself, appearing whenever i need to escape the way Alice ran to the wonderland, you bring forth a cover that shields me from the fall. unknowingly, you put relief on my bouldered heart and just your name on this messaging app is a stone less weight. the thought of coming to you and sharing the roof of silence is making me dry despite the relentless storm. so thank you, for pulling rainbows out of the sky and carrying them on your wings. may you never be tired of soaring high even when the world becomes grey than it already is. but for now, stop holding the reins and let go of the roof you are carrying. when i am done dying, i would dig up the deepest hole i could muster and there i would invite you, a rendezvous, where we can bathe on darkness and strip off the comforts we patch on ourselves. there our cries will echo and we would be free despite the hundred yards of dirt above us. let us unleash the brokenness we held so dearly, and admit to ourselves that we are bones away from our graveyards, dancing to the wind, unsteady. and maybe someday we would find our skins, but for now, let us sleep on this soil and use dead flowers as blankets. we might never find peace, but i hope our ears taste a noise that we can take. not shouts from those with broken bottles and blaming eyes, but whispers from people, probably ourselves, that would enable the sun to tap our frozen lids. Maybe we would open our exhausted eyes and the baggage underneath would melt.