I have this curios, strange feeling,
like my body, my life is an anchor.
And anchor that, with all it's might,
is trying to keep me from my dreams,
from exploring
and from traveling the world.
Like i never will visit the places in my dreams,
the places full of wonder, beauty and chaos.
But maybe it's not weird to feel this way;
because at the end of the day,
the places in my dreams is only small fragments from my imagenation.
Places i use as an escape from my reality,
as a wish for a better one.
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Romeo
PoetryDo you remember Romeo, the boy who died for love. Do you remember Juliet, the girl who held the boy's heart in the palm of her hand. Do you remember their love, who shined brighter than stars on a night sky. ____________________ As the most teenager...
