Exhausted,
I look for solace
in things that
cannot
possibly
bring me joy.
I live overlooking,
often,
all the beauty that
sunsets,
and artwork,
I look for solace
in things that
cannot
possibly
bring me joy.
I live overlooking,
often,
all the beauty that
sunsets,
and artwork,
and a good cup of coffee,
and the feel of grass between my toes,
cool and fresh,
offer me,
freely.
and the feel of grass between my toes,
cool and fresh,
offer me,
freely.
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