Little escapes.



I’ve escaped into the swindling storm with both my hands holding on tight to my umbrella as the storms rains wash and sweep me away.

As I watch my tiny town, grow further and further away from me I feel a sense of relief. This time, I’m starting off new, no points to my name just a blank page with no description. I feel my feet lifting off the ground as I soar above the tiny roads and field as I’m magnetically pulled to the bustling city towers ringing out loud tunes of decisive indecisiveness…



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