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Reverie
Dawn settles the battle, a new day shall begin. A new day, a new gift, a new stretch. Watch the horizon, sometimes it looks like water, as if two oceans subside on Earth. I wonder sometimes, when will I reach it? The horizon, I mean. Not the physical, but the metaphysical existence of it. Pandora's box. Hope, another chance, a new day. When will I reach that state of being, where a new day represents all this to me? I am not certain. I don't like to write about this, so I won't. It depresses me. Not because my life is depressing, or because I, myself am a depressed person, but it reminds me of the perfection of a hotel. I rather like the mass of swirling emotion that encompasses me day to day. It leaves me with poetry…
