For it Is on my mind, and it Will be on Paper – 1.5
January 13, 2012
No one ever called me an escapist,
No one ever caught up
A little bit of everything
I learn each and every second of my existence. Marveling at the result at times Cribbing most of the times. Loving everything that crosses path And hating it when it moves away. Yearning for things inconceivable At the same time, embracing all that is on the way. World is small that what is, the vicinity But can’t deny – That which is nearby seems far, and far is near to me. Love to love, but compelled to hate….yet again I make the mistake of loving thee
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