I wake in the half-light
Time slows, merging colours I didn’t know existed
The air is heavy today
I catch a train to quiet solitude
My compass points to you and I spend my minutes trying not to
Follow it
I want to create my own maps
My own places
Places without you
About the Creator
Emily Ocean
Writing the soul.
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