Knock... knock...

Laying down, but her eyes arent closed. She was dreaming again. She dreamt that he would walk back through the front door and end all of the madness around her.

She thought she found love but at the turn of the pandemic, it was all over before it even began.

He wanted something more, more than routine, and he get the question of why he couldnt adjust and work like every body else. He rememebered, he was lectured to think like everyone else...but that was what he wasnt sure of. Once a student, now he searches, now unsure...

But the season had began to change, or rather, it is a continnous cycle of change, here and there.... here she is, here he is, longing to reach out, hoping someone would hold her hands, hoping someone would hear her voice...hoping someone would read her words and tell her...

it is all going to be OK.

Did HE knock?

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