会うは別れの始め
every meeting is the beginning of a parting
That novel was a beautiful encounter and its ending was a peaceful goodbye left behind on that street
Lying flat on my back at the very end of the road listening to that one song the one whose name escapes me but it had this line about a fading departure My mind was completely still my feelings perfectly balanced I felt a quiet sense of pride even though I reached the end
It wasnt marijuana; it was just a novel I had finished reading I was so lost in its pages that I forgot about the world around me When I closed the book a strange silence filled the street I felt peacefully overwhelmed by the ending and grateful for every moment I spent