I realized I was broken…
When I saw how fast everything was moving.
How people find what they need
How they live.
They live.
They laugh, they cry, they risk, they see.
And I sit.
I sit and I watch them
Like an observer, a writer watching his book characters come to life
While he himself sits in a small, locked room.
If only he opened the door and saw
That not only his books teem with life
But that life surrounds him
Only if he opened the door
…I was 22
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Claudia (
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Comments1
The difference between living life and fantasy is captured in this poem. Nicely penned
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