When one has fallen.
One's body trembles.
Bones weaken.
Butterflies wander around in one's stomach.
It's inevitable.
One suddenly finds it hard to control one's breathing and heartbeat.
Anxiety blocks the mind from the surroundings or reality.
Logic no longer plays a big part.
What matters is sort of blurry.
Words don't have much of a significant meaning.
How those words transforms into actions means more.
One may not utter it, or say it.
One doesn't need to use certain languages to let the inside appear on the outside.
The look.
The way one giggles, gazes, touches, or simply pats.
When one's fallen, selfishness is one of the things that slowly fades and stupidity is one of the things that is shown more.
When one's fallen, it's something to thank for.
Negativity starts to disappear little by little.
Life can be much more colorful when one's fallen.
There may be imperfection, but hey that is one of so many things that make life more worthy to live in.
Tmelania
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