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it all started when he wrote "loneliness is only a state of mind" in the back of his eyes. if friends that travelled through wires could paint a picture of his insides as clear as a photograph [better than he could ever do], there was no reason for him to feel like that anymore.
he found himself crying in the daylight. not because he was sad, as before, but because he had finally realized the world was waiting with outstrechted arms again. tears of joy, seldomly shed in the past. tears coming from happier memories, familiar faces that hover above his shoulders like holograms directing his steps.
he was trying to make peace with his ghosts [sure, they would come back ever so often] and moving on with his life