I always find it strange how people including me can still get so depressed and down and sad despite how delicious that pancake was or how beautiful the sky was yesterday morning and man, the sky is beautiful every single day, yet, so many seems sadly blind to it.
Blinded by themselves.
A self searching for the sound
wondering where it came from
searching
and searching
and
never once realized that,
the world is white
the roads merge
the stars doesn't shine
shrouded by a blind fold
made of threads
listening and listening
searching and searching
but
never once ask
why can't I see?
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