Harbour

it's 11 pm. And I feel empty. I feel like I could quit by now. Down to the beauty of a lonely harbour the sky is colouring array of saddened blues scattered like an ocean then seek shelter underneath a bridge. My legs dangle freely over the clouds i feel like I belong down there. Biting gusts of winter air drove my body and the chocking aroma of ash roamed around me Passive smoking past my body It doesn't always drift around when it's daylight like one would create invisible shells of me. This wasn't daydreaming nor a transport. That was an escape. I wonder if the fog take me to wonderland of discovered map Which I may never listen the waves of the impossible agonising routine to land inside What if i feel the same?

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serleenah

25 / F / English

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