#578-Ghosts
01/03/2019
Flowing down.
Splashing.
Freely.
Happily.
Returning home.
Why can’t I live,
Each day,
Like water droplets,
Without care,
In a vast, vast world?
Thoughts that rewind.
Dreams that confuse.
Days that never end.
And nights,
When dawn seems dim, and
Out of reach.
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