Sometimes we only live for the here and now.
Sometimes we re lonely.
Sometimes we feel we need a place to be grounded
or fly away again.
I will fly away again.
I feel rain pouring down.
I wait to rot away.
Live again.
Here forever.
The spiral never ends.
Why are we feeling something s familiar around us? Are we just dreaming? Always we search for the answers but nothing is found.
We fly away again.
I will fly away again.
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