There's noise everywhere. There's chaos. There's a non-settling feeling of sunsets no more being beautiful enough to make someone stay, of breezes no more blowing enough to let you dance at their caresses, of apologies no more being quite enough to stitch up your broken heart. There's all this and there's more. More to come. And more to let go. There are more sleepless nights, with no crumb of light in sight. There are more eroded hills of happiness, yours and theirs. There are more rusted iron grill gates to screech and scream, every time they are opened, for they are the gateways to your broken heart who know not of getaways. — % & #rant #theunsungquill