Lethargically Arid

The ironies of life, you will never escape them. In the midst of bloom you’ll still see dry, barren and hungry souls, people masking emotions the way they shouldn’t be. And the prose that they write will never be remembered, as it will only pass through our forgetful memories. Look up and breathe; though you find plainness, you’ll also find peace.

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