These days I fail to concentrate no matter how hard I try. I would be sitting with the most interesting book and after an hour I would still be stuck on the fourth line reading the same passage for the 15th time.
My eyes would be glued to the page but my mind would be drifting somewhere among the meadows or maybe at the depth of a black hole.
I would wonder about the man on the bus taking his child to school as the child holds his father's hand tightly ensuring her safety or about the lady at the flower market selling a bouquet of freshly plucked baby's breath for 10 bucks.
No matter how hard I try I seem to fail to connect my two halves as they continue to wander off on their own in two different worlds.
©Wallflower
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Diary of an Introvert
РізнеDiary of an Introvert is a collection of my thoughts that I have jotted down in different phases of my life. Thoughts that were too much for me to spill in front of others at the same time too much to hold within myself. Thoughts that I have died...
