time passes in a hurry when there is so much to do. as if it knows your struggle; and laughing, chuckling, watches you fall so very far behind. in what feels like minutes, seconds, hours and days are lost. and you wonder why you wasted them.
a girl in a room by the river and the trees, with a bed by the window and a warm summer breeze. take my hand, we'll fly away. across the ocean, beyond the bay.
this is an oasis, an escape, an outlet. words flow and thoughts ooze. real, not always reality. truthful, not always the truth. please don't read into it too much.
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