Lost from reality, the soft silk of willows and ambers brush through my hair as the pollen seems to fill my nose, I smell violets and tulips and even roses. I thought I had a purpose in life but it seems I'm just a lost soul. Out of touch and out of mind with reality, Souring through natures garden of wonders I realize I have no one. As the world is so beautiful I am not. I feel as if I only see beauty but can not experience it, I can touch I can not be it.
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Beauty is everywhere.
PoetryShort story about hiding your depression, to everyone, when you eventually break out of your hidden tomb and give in to the suffering and can be free.
