You were always an artist.
From the music that flowed when you spoke to me,
To the dreams of a future you painted
On the canvas that was my life.
Now, all I hear is a melancholy – your voice
Playing in my mind.
Sleep is today, but a distant dream.
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The average 24 year old who is striving to understand the larger things in life. The idea is to express and absorb new ideas and philosophies from around the world so that I can cherish life to the fullest.
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Live your dreams now, they become the present and past
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I wonder if it’s based on real life. xx
Effortlessly created as always.
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Fortunately or unfortunately, yes. Fatigue is a friend. Sleep however seems to evade me. 🙂
Thank you, love. x
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A writer’s affliction, when sleep eludes you. I get it, love. Take care. Sending you hugs.
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