Sunday, November 10, 2013

Into Tomorrow

Once in a while the strangeness is petrifying.
Its akin to a fear of falling from heights.
Its not unlike the lethargy that grips your soul
Sometimes, you just wish that you were a leaf.

Wish that tomorrow would be a new world,
limitless.

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