Living Alone
is knowing things as they are.
Living alone
is believing
the one who brought me here
will someday call me back.
Living alone is
realising that
things need not have an ulterior motive.
Living alone
is gliding through rooms after rooms
looking at the black shadow on the wall
where once the painting had been.
Living Alone
is breathing free
recovering
after years of subletting.
Welcome to my world of dreams where imagination and reality, fancy and truth, laughter and tears move hand in hand. I will let you have a glimpse at the share of my own sky, sometimes sunshine bright, and sometimes with rainstorm. I will take you to memories that are like a serene glow of moonlight, a whisper of mountain breeze, and a rushing gushing brook.
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Tuesday, February 13, 2018
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