We’re waiting and looking around

Probably  for a boat, a car, food,home or simply a person,

a savior I suppose.

something to feel safe upon.

something to bulid upon.

a passion maybe? Or a poetry

an inspiration? Or an idealisation

something to keep us running

running from our ownself,

from the sense of chaos

a mind so toppled and unsure that we drift into the mist just to wind back in

forgretting that the very thing we are running from is the only thing that can save us.





Author: dipti
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by Dipti

Looking for little sparks of happiness in life

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