Truly, it was complicated.
It was oranges and blues so contrasting I couldn't tell if it was summer or winter.
It was the smell of lemons and the taste of sugar, but was it really lemonade or poison in disguise?
Captured memories in photographs around the walls of this cage.
I wanted to run.
I need to run.
The wind picked up outside and my urge to move cam as fast as the storm.
It was always so complicated.
I never understood why we couldn't just slow down and dream a little.
Slow down and feel a little.
Truly, It was complicated.
Mar 28, 2019
Mar 28, 2019 at 10:24 PM UTC
Truly, it was complicated.
It was oranges and blues so contrasting I couldn't tell if it was summer or winter.
It was the smell of lemons and the taste of sugar, but was it really lemonade or poison in disguise?
Captured memories in photographs around the walls of this cage.
I wanted to run.
I need to run.
The wind picked up outside and my urge to move cam as fast as the storm.
It was always so complicated.
I never understood why we couldn't just slow down and dream a little.
Slow down and feel a little.
Truly, It was complicated.
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