I'm standing,
Looking out over an endless field
Rolling hills, sprinkled with flowers and lulling grasses, endless sunshine.
I'm standing,
Separated from the field by a white fence stretching as far as the eye can see in both directions. How to get to the other side of the fence?--how ironic.
How to get into that field?
It looks so nice I am almost drunk with the sight of it.
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I'm teetering on the edge of this abyss.
Catching flashes of a different life, where the only difference is my perception.
I can't seem to catch it in my hands.
It flirts with me--ever slipping through my fingers.
Only leaving me with slight momentary solitude.
Was listening to a little Norah Jones
Norah Jones-Come Away With Me
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