Fog
The confusion feels so thick like fog. I long to read a really good book...just jump into it and stay there for awhile. How nice that would be. Just to forget the questions, the fear, the indecision. All the thoughts swirling maddeningly around in my head.
How nice it would be to lay dreamily in a window sill, like a napping cat. Not a care in the world. Feeling the warm sun and looking up into the blue sky and all would be safe in the world. In my world. But that is like a fairy tale to me, a daydream.
How nice it would be to lay dreamily in a window sill, like a napping cat. Not a care in the world. Feeling the warm sun and looking up into the blue sky and all would be safe in the world. In my world. But that is like a fairy tale to me, a daydream.
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