She
always finds herself talking to the air.
And as
her words start to float and drift away, she realizes that they mean nothing.
Nothing but silly musings of a sleep-deprived girl who doesn’t get people’s
fascination with caffeine and has an over-active delusional mind that likes to
frequent in the realms of the past, the long-forgotten, the impossible
scenarios, and the future maybe’s; never the present-day nor contemporary
occurrences. Nothing but tiny words
meant for no one, tiny words she’ll never have the courage to say, tiny words
that shall remain unspoken.
And as
she ponders over her lack of liberation and speech under certain circumstances,
she starts to think if there’s more to life than life itself.
…
And
thoughts of running away were very much at the heart of all things fundamental.
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