I dream of an open space, where i can breathe easily.
Trapped inside a closet is a hard thing to experience.
I know i have to decide immediately.
I dream of an open space, not realizing the DOOR;
An easy way out.
To experience reality that doesn't need sweat nor exhaustion.
Come out easy, come out fast.
There's comfort, there's love.
For air is to life & life is to experience.
Of Poetry & Journal; my escape, my world.
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Friend, I'm so proud of you. I like this poem of yours talaga. basta if you need any help, I'm just here. :-)
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