On odd days.
And because he is tired of writing fairytales.
And because he is tired of saving people in his stories from darkness, loneliness, silence and suffering.
Because he has been hoping against hopes for a long, long time now, that a miracle would happen.
On some astronomical moments, while humming to himself with watery eyes and full of sad memories... Sometimes,
...a writer needs saving, from this harsh world.
And because he is tired of writing fairytales.
And because he is tired of saving people in his stories from darkness, loneliness, silence and suffering.
Because he has been hoping against hopes for a long, long time now, that a miracle would happen.
On some astronomical moments, while humming to himself with watery eyes and full of sad memories... Sometimes,
...a writer needs saving, from this harsh world.
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