Wednesday, May 8, 2013

Life is a routine.A churning of a few odd experiences and long static period of inaction.She lets her life dance along the good and the worse.The dull and the shine.The happy and the awkward.The glitter and its absence.

Purpose of existence fleeting everytime she nears it.Yearning for a reason to hold on to..like holding on to dear life in a sea of unbound danger.


xxx



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