India

In my dream world, I am floating.

Above all people.

Higher than everything that makes me anxious.

I move with the wind.

Arise and fall with the sun.

My sanctuary is vibrant.

Filled with plants, big windows, and sun.

Pictures of places I’ve been and people I love.

Books scattered everywhere.

My record player dancing in tune.

Without a worry of tomorrow.

Only clinging to today.

Whispers went silent.

I am here.

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India

India

Writing from the heart. My escapism.