Notice of absence from SadInterior

The sound of nature usually helps me think.

But now my mind feels so blank.

The grass, the tress, the smell of fresh leaves.

The rockets glide high in the lilac sky.

My mind cries for a simple sign, that I'm not the only one dying inside.


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