Once I spoke your language. Every glance. Your every expression. The subtle meaning behind each word uttered. Your questions — crying for each falling snowflake.
“Is it dying?”
Now you prefer palm trees and sandy beaches. Tropical flowers.
I told you to imagine what it would feel like to be free.
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But you chose to run — to the next adventure. One expedition after another with plenty of detours.