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May 2015
Tears are salty. I found myself flying in an ocean. The currents splashed over my emotions. All my hopes where in the skies whilst I was barely floating. I was soaking in..soaking with my tears. I tried convincing myself with a little bit of "I'll make it out surely."


Contradictory it was,seeing an eagle in sight. Perhaps this could only be a mirage for all I know. Saddened when reality strikes,all hope is lost. I folded my wings and reminisced those scenes where I was carelessly drifting in those clouds.

I should learn to adjust. I learnt to appreciate who I was. A good omen.

Everything is temporary,I smiled. I opened my eyes and look around and there I was sitting on a cloud. My tears are dry.
Appreciate your surroundings and who you are. Don't dwell on your misfortunes. You're beautiful. Your subconscious is you. You live what you believe. Mirages are real.
YoungSymba
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YoungSymba  Durban
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