A word knocks at your door, you sync back with a tuning smile. As if a new hand on piano keys, eager to explore. Day by day, the music rises and some lyrics grow seemingly unknown. All your vibes follow the song to the moon, because you know by then that the sorcerer word has sent all your suns in some wintry days. You let dim your guards. You let the word caress your soul. Like no one else ever will. You make it up, all in your head. An evolving forever.
And you start dying slowly, not because you loved. But words start autumning... And with every disappearing word you start forgetting the music that you once heard. Memories melt down just behind your ears but your don't hear that leitmotif anymore. You start losing your song with the hope
of a knocking from yours 'expecto-patronum' ["I spell away all your dementors"].
As you all know that I'm a newbie here and I'm trying my best to survive here but it's not really possible without your support and help.
I'm a quite busy a person in the world outside, like you all. But this fascinating world has engrossed a part of me as if. I'd keep posting new things and write blogs for you all.
And all you need to do, is to pay a bit of your attention to my contents.
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