Blissful. Mountains. Clouds. Birds. Mornings. Unslept nights.
Those beautiful untold stories hidden in the linings of the cloud and then those birds remind me not to pay attention to details but to freedom. Mukhti.
But being a slave is an addiction too. To accept instead of creating, too is a habit.
Do we really want freedom?
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thank yew.. :)