Tears on a leaf on a lonely path
Tears on a leaf mistaken for raindrops from the sky. A lonely hike on a lonely path. She seeks salvation but her mind cannot rest. She climbs higher and higher but there is no end in sight. She wanders as she wonders what is next in life. There will be an end point but she cannot see that far ahead. Her tooth hurts from the daily grind. Her legs twitch from the the hustle and bustle. Even the mountains are filled with competitors. Are there no sanctuaries left? She touches her tears and swallows them nostalgically. Luckily she loves salt.
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She became complacent, huh?! Learned helplessness, enjoy the salt, as pose to find the solution to the rain. Or she enjoy punishment and they are tears of joy?! The torture of 50 shades of Grey….
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wow!!! This is amazing …How we all can relate….I find myself lost in the day to day grind….But somehow I make it!
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These good analogies made me sad. I hope your outlook quickly lightened up.
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