"I was no Oasis, But surely I was a mirage. I was never here in the first place"

Thursday, September 10, 2015

Thoughts

Tired and cold there I stand beside my window looking outside. The sky looks so beautiful but too bright. These walls I feel like they are closing on me. I do not wish to be here but always want to be here. I'm a Paradox. Maybe a soul in limbo?
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