Playful salty winds from the Arabian Sea fill air in deflated lungs of the colorful parachutes. Distant boats float idly in the sea, oscillating ominously with an occasional shake of a wave. Sun is melting gradually, making jade water glitter gold. Shore is just a faraway stretch of silver land drinking in molten gold from the west avidly.
I am soaring high above the sea.
All my worries are afloat below.
All unfulfilled dreams are being flown away by the gush of exuberant wind.
All my fears are cast away at the shore that is nowhere to be seen.
All my worries are afloat below.
All unfulfilled dreams are being flown away by the gush of exuberant wind.
All my fears are cast away at the shore that is nowhere to be seen.
Yes.
I promise I will return to the ocean when things blow up beyond help.
Just to realize how tiny every problem is.
Just to realize how tiny every problem is.
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