not even the outerspace
Most of souls
are fond with the idea of leaving the town when one is encountered with great
sorrows
they worship
the concept of starting the so-called
new life,
they wish for
a new place where not even a mortal acquaint them so that one can serenely be
whoever they wish to be,
so convinced
that to fly far away from home would free the so-called wings that they believe—have been restrained,
but what if I
tell you,
no place (not
even the outer space) can ever fill whatever you’re longing,
as long as the
void is within?
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