# resemblance

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it began as a mistake…
a corpse
Lying in the field with nothing but the dust blowing wind and sometimes the smell of burning nearby friends
Was he the bartender pouring his drink last night?
Was she the woman who slapped him last night?
Couldn’t remember, because…
Alive every sunshine but each is a different character and a different world and in each of which, he must die.
Last night was a pirate, drowned, the day before was a cheerful old grandma, died of old age…
Tonight, maybe a young boy, accident, car crash, he doesn’t know, he can’t know.
He can only wait and do his best to enjoy and to live.
Tomorrow will be the same, but the thought of tomorrow terrifies him.

a man
Every morning he enjoys the cool breeze flowing through the window, the aroma of dark coffee stimulating in his nose, yesterday was green tea or maybe just plain milk
Doesn’t matter, because he is waiting for the night…
When asleep, he lives in an imaginary story, dreams and he smiles in those…
Sometimes he made himself a beast fighting everyone else, sometimes he saved lives, sometimes he boarded a train to the forsaken land
Last night was different, he’s just lying there, forced, like a corpse, and couldn’t move a finger.
When heard the ring of his own bird alarm, both wake up
Breathing heavily but scare he was not

𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒊𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒎𝒂𝒚𝒃𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒏’𝒕 𝒃𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒕
𝑯𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒇𝒖𝒍𝒍𝒚…

-R