Sketches while feet are dragged into work, they get water coloured in hastened return home.

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A simple wish to the tired soul, to splatter in the rain, to splish splash in the puddle.

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To watch the aching tired sun, as it drowns itself from view. To cross my legs and fidget while I hum, to forget about what’s next and what is left behind.

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To break all the rules and shout in silence. To invade the pool like only royals would do and never think about what’s up for tomorrow.

To travel, to go, to escape and to evolve.

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