Feel like finding new world and life, explore fresh oppurtunities, get back to be rejunevated and soul that long for prolong soothing.
Going places where cosyiest book arounds..I want to read bout life that inspired even thru pain and shattering hope. I wish to walk the street again, sitting looking at people and sunset. I want to talk to strangèr all day long over falling rain, storrying about the hope of tmorro.. I want to crash myself in the white sand and burried over washing shore. Yes I will not leaving myself again , but will hanging on thru what will come.
How dissapointing would be, about very lost me. I dont know, how days still belong to me, but just continue driving hiway without stopping. Even how intriguing building and castles wooing along the path.
I just want to shout happiness, lounding the sorrow at night peak, and fall into beautiful sleep even morning no longer belong to me.
Love how he will hesitate me, will not play the game of guessing. Yes I wrong myself, and will forever go
wrong..doesnt halt me find the right. Even minutes end soon iI want to still choose the right.
Are they conscious choice? Or we just oblivion creatures that holds not to any hope of getting and better. Do it, pray and move. Dont ever leaving that. Times even you need crawl with your own mistakes never ever thinking of losing the hope. If you were dying, let the spot that you died in the position and direction of the right even a inch.
Refocus ur lence, wipe the dust and cloud at the windsreen. When tin feels emty where do yo go to fill the void?
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