closed eyes.

[carousel_dream]

Most of my hours and minutes and spent wondering what is the reason for my being. If there isn't any meaning nor purpose, then why? Why am I still here? Why do I still exist on this unfamiliar plane, where I just watch blurry faces and shifting shadows through a frosted glass window

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Hang in there

[anonymous]

The petals that are blown do not know where they are destined to be...
You my dearest, will soon find your place...
Fear not... Tear not...
You're missed