Strokes

Years ago, it was a drizzle in his head. Now a hurricane has landed and took all the pieces and left a debris of unrecognize fragments deeply seated in the ground. Like a lost puppy he came back and watch as everyone tried to put the pieces back together. A lost cause he monologued. A waste of time. He rather watch the birds fly or rather be the birds himself – Free.

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