The outside world

Folder: 
sanity

birds playing marco polo with their cries

birch branches swaying in the wind

gravel sticking in the crevices of my sneakers

hours searching for 4-leaf clovers

observing animals form from the clouds

sun is shining on my face

all is calm and I am free.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

written thinking of a social life I never had

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