Dead,dry, red roses.
Lay there bookmarking the imminent ticking of the clock.
Passion and responsibilities.
We choose. Time doesn't stop. We waver. Time doesn't stop.
Walking down,down and up,searching.
Repeating, waiting, hoping.
Does it feel right?
Does it scare you?
Does it take your breath away?
I hope you find it.
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The unknown journey.
The essential questions.
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