The world is strange.
The reality, stranger.
Hearts filled with desires and minds with dreams, wander aimlessly searching for a place.
But evermore, end up in places that weren't dreamt of.
Chasing things aspired leads to the doorstep of what was never desired.
Oh why do we build castles of dreams but live in a world filled with realities.
Yours truly,
Hazel.
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PoetryI don't know what makes a poet, but it probably isn't happiness. All rights reserved © by CallMeDevil- (Hazel R). Cover by MercyWake
