Prevailing Thoughts.


Coiling in grief, sitting and brushing back old memories, hovering whether those moments will shoot back again.
People who are tired striving for what they want.
Mental mates grouped up on one display, wishing for that successful moment.
They took their risks and walked by paths, awaiting their destiny which they themselves make. The day finally soars high. Breathing every tiny drop of oxygen left on the surface. The sun has set, the light has gone, for now its time to go to bed, and sit and dream away those wonderful moments ever meant to be so joyful.

- ThinkerInkedOut




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