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I see your soul. A barren strain isn’t hard to examine. I know the flatline and dead mindlessness that comes as a sand storm sweeps. I know those aches and groans. I’ve sat by the colorless windows of a gloomy city, seeing nothing but strangers with indifferent eyes. I’ve walked these streets feeling the laughter vibrate but never entering this gray soul. I’ve bought all the whisky to drown out the fluorescent lights of love blooming in the new year. Grabbed book after book in hopes to fill the gaps and dents in me. There might be a cure but don’t find it in someone else. For those tropical storms can carry them away and leave you to wallow alone like a tape on replay. So run. Go far and leave this town. Run from your life. Travel. Eat. And pray. Then maybe you can love and blossom in the lights for the choices taken by a wandering soul. Fit to nothing but feel everything. For life is too short to sit- read- drink- and feel the burn of salt on your cheeks. Sincerely yours, Wanda
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Aug 28, 2018
Aug 28, 2018 at 7:56 PM UTC
Saddened Wanderer,
I see your soul. A barren strain isn’t hard to examine. I know the flatline and dead mindlessness that comes as a sand storm sweeps. I know those aches and groans. I’ve sat by the colorless windows of a gloomy city, seeing nothing but strangers with indifferent eyes. I’ve walked these streets feeling the laughter vibrate but never entering this gray soul. I’ve bought all the whisky to drown out the fluorescent lights of love blooming in the new year. Grabbed book after book in hopes to fill the gaps and dents in me. There might be a cure but don’t find it in someone else. For those tropical storms can carry them away and leave you to wallow alone like a tape on replay. So run. Go far and leave this town. Run from your life. Travel. Eat. And pray. Then maybe you can love and blossom in the lights for the choices taken by a wandering soul. Fit to nothing but feel everything. For life is too short to sit- read- drink- and feel the burn of salt on your cheeks. Sincerely yours, Wanda
weird to look back on your writings and remember it all over again
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Roses_and_Coffee
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Roses_and_Coffee
22/F/Portland
Aug 28, 2018
Aug 28, 2018 at 7:56 PM UTC
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