"I come here sometimes.
And I never want to leave.
Am I the only one?
Never seen a soul here.
Maybe they're here.
They just can't see me.
But that's good.
There are many things to do.
Alone.
Like not doing a thing.
I do want to explore.
But I never do.
It's soothing not to.
I just sit there.
Staring at the cracks in the walls.
I swear I can sometimes see the plants grow.
Because time doesn't exist here.
Or maybe there's a lot of it.
It just doesn't know what to do with itself.
Just like me, sitting here.
Never wanting to leave."
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A birthday gift for my mom. ^.^
tchaikovsky2
2016-04-02 12:29:21 +0000 UTCRandochi
2016-03-23 21:06:34 +0000 UTC