Slow wind breezing & embracing my entire body , from top to toe , not missing a single inch of my skin . Touching by the tenderness of the breezing wind , I started to reminisce , I begun to worry & insecurity came to haunt me . I’m feeling insecure & lost as if I’m in the middle the middle in the Sahara Desert . Is the harmony at the moment the transitory peace before the tempest ? Will it happens to be just evanescence ? Darkest hours is the nearest to dawn , that is the only phrase I can use as consolation to comfort my stirred up mind …
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