Often, when I alight here, I associate good feelings come and gone. It’s as if I can faintly see them. I can almost hear their whispers in the air. It’s as if, somehow, that which can never be understood is speaking to me. It is saying “my dear child…you see but an echo of what the world is supposed to be."
And then, my friend, I need only remember this as the world and my changing emotions often try so hard to convince me otherwise.
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