beyond the clouds, we go back to our own lives, pretending that nothing has happened and try to find new meaning to things that have already lost their meaning.
we train our eyes on the objects in the distance of no relevance yet we are unable to see what lies just a step away.
is it so difficult to treasure what we have and yet able to go in search of what does not belong?
callous words invade our minds though we cannot define the truth. it's lost on us. we lose ourselves.
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