and perhaps i am bitter

The world lingers. The city sighs and I cannot help but feel small looking out at a sky whose hugeness I could never fathom.

I am here, but why? And where is there?

I take a deep breath, and the world lingers.

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a book of my thoughts, and my hopes, and some meta poetry that is more feelings than words. sit down with a cup of tea and let's have a chat.

this is me baring my heart to you, and the only question left is, will you come back?