Breathing Space
Apparently there is need of a routine here. Some stability. It’s called order you say, and that’s what I’m lacking. This room reflects a state of mind. Bedlam. Like me you say. A beautiful mess. I traced my flights on your globe yesterday. Felt empty when my finger glided around places I didn’t get to. Now I’m home. Yet I feel…
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