the current war left her cold, disappointed, wounded and hurt. her pathetic weapons have been reduced and gotten blunt. the weather outside is stormy, unpredictable and it has a bad temper stirring up. no one tries to say anything. the blades of grass try to stay still and not let their nudges be found out or whispers be heard. yes, it might be a new adventure. yes, it might be a start of a new march. yes, it might bring more sunshine. but she hasnt even picked up her broken pieces, or sharpen the blades, or cleaned the wounds. the fortress is not even strengthened again, after numerous blows, it is crumbling, falling apart and disintegrating. isnt there somesort of a grace period? im tired.
p.s. thankyou for all the support, luck, wishes, reassuring, comfort all of you have been giving. it helped. really. all the best in your future plans, endeavours, dreams and whatever big things that you all might be pursuing. enjoy them of course :)
oh and special mention: thanks for the day, tim :]
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