Healing Process.

I saw your face again last night
In my dreams, of course.

The breeze carries your smell 
and it makes me dizzy
I am soaked into the memories
as if you are still about to hold my body

Everything stays the same besides your absence
as my world collapses
I try to stand up by myself
And for the first time,
I see the world full of emptiness

I guess I need to build up my world again
by my own.

Don’t ask me about my feelings
I am fine
It’s just a healing process.

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