Paste

Pastures of spring, such ease to my eyes. The sun covers his quilt of warmth on me (How long has it been such I felt such sincere warmth). Busy mind, weary eyes. I am exhausted, drained. From the string of datelines to the, fun but yet, soul-draining interaction with people. I like the new company that now surrounds me, to say ‘like’ is surely an understatement. I cry for help, that they will understand. Because, I am only human and as vulnerable as they are.

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