As the clouds drift endlessly, taking shelter beneath the sky. As we hide in boxes, shielding ourselves from the truth, we collide in our minds, we dream, we spark, we envision a moment in time, one that’s pure and true, laced with stars. As we think upon the life that we want so dear, the uncertainty weighs us down, our hope floats away like a mirage, like it was never there. In the end we have to make the choice, to be this or that, to hope again or not, to realize that the pain is just a blur, or not. 

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