Without my pen and words, I'm just a mere soul.
Looking for purpose and reason with no real goals.
I wonder if I need you like I make myself believe.
& if during these 15 minutes of expression I know what it means to be free, you compliment my passion in a world full of deceit, unmeasurable desires, then there's you , then there's me. Somehow you never seem too far away. That's why I call you my hidden escape.
Nov 26, 2013
Nov 26, 2013 at 4:58 PM UTC
Without my pen and words, I'm just a mere soul.
Looking for purpose and reason with no real goals.
I wonder if I need you like I make myself believe.
& if during these 15 minutes of expression I know what it means to be free, you compliment my passion in a world full of deceit, unmeasurable desires, then there's you , then there's me. Somehow you never seem too far away. That's why I call you my hidden escape.
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