Moving past so fast it seems like I'm traveling in light years. I guess that explains why it's so bright here. I'm polite here but some people don't fight fair. See me on another day when I might care and try harder to slow me down with something that I might fear. Loving every bit of this life, my own beautiful nightmare.
This is short, but it's deep. Nightmares aren't supposed to be beautiful, but life can be a nightmare at times. Regardless, you can still find beauty in it.
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ReplyDeleteThanks Tee. I was in a sort of deep mood when I wrote it. It might have been the weather or maybe it was just my life as it stands :)
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