What hurt the most was this, that was happening to her, was so common.
She said it before leaving. It was painful, it was common.
She should feel special after all that had happen.
It didn’t even gave her a chance to feel special.
But not to forget, it happened to everyone.
Credo quia absurdum est.
So she thought about it.
And each second.
IT was absurd.
Each breath
Became
Even
More
Absurd
It was in a way
Too much to bare
So she left the keys inside
And she walked away as rain fell.
From the sky, it stroked the notebook.
It had doodles and dreams, filled with joy.
Goodbye, it’s been a pleasure to meet you all. She slammed the door.