jadedphoenix's Diaryland Diary

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may be reasons

There may be reasons.
There may be many.
There may be none.
What matters these days?
What matters the most?
When the sky seems so fragile.
When the days seem so dark.
when the morning moon hides us.
When avoidance is our escape.
In fleeting days and quiet nights.
When the world seems so harsh.
When the expectations crash.
When you fall in silence.
It seems so foreign.
Where are you going?
Where have you been?

10:30 a.m. - 2013-08-23

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