when everything else falls

how often than not, you feel like everything around you is falling. nothing seems to be right. the sky breaks, the light dims, and you feel nothing but coldness.

when the challenges approach and hit you with a BANG and you start falling of the cliff, how many hands reached out for you? how many risk themselves all the dangers yet rush over to pick you up? closer to reality, how many call right back when you send out a text breaking a bad news with monotone?

distance might change a lot of things, but should there be one it fails to, it has to be us. "there is no #foreveralone in our dictionary cuz we'll always have each other", i'll always remember that.

i sit in a coffee house by the rail station, savoring my cuppa, reading all the text received. i look up, i see a rainbow smiling to me, just like you always do. happy 520 love!