It was a beautiful morning..
Sun was out..
Pink was horizon..
Suddenly mist came from nowhere..
It enveloped all and everything..
Sun was lost..
People were all busy, oblivious to the mist..
Pangs of lost sun and warmth was all I had with..
I tried to become fictional for a while..
Lo, I found fictional characters more real..
They had bodies and heartbeats of their own,
just like the real one..
It is my new found world..
of
illusions..
of
illusions..
(this reminds Richard Bach)
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