I look at the sky.
I do it all the time.
Wondering about where I belong
among these stars.
When I'm not feeling myself,
I just travel alone in my mind.
Floating in that Universe made of
dust.
Long road to go back.
I just just a minute
but I do it all the time.
That makes me feel better.
But it's my shelter.
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PoetryA recompilation of poems of a girl who has been travelled to a lot of places in her mind. From happiness to depression and depression to find happiness again. Dedicated to all those people who has been travelling into those places like me. © All...
