My eye...
Is to the horizon.
To the future I won't have.
To the people I will never meet.
To the experiences I cannot have.
Because I'm too afraid...
What if that future isn't for me...
But for someone else?
What if those people....
Dispose me?
Loath me?
What if those experiences...
Are nothing more than a fantasy?
Or what if they scar me?
No thank you.
My eyes will be to the horizon.
I will watch from far away.
Where I won't be dissapointed.
Where I can't be hated.
Where I can't be hurt.
I will sit here.
With my eyes to the horizon.
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My Short Stories
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