“in an existence”

and she runs through the fields
vast fields, as boundless as the sky, the sea, the universe
scatters the myriad colors of flowers, the leaves fly
dreams are floating, as she makes winds, they keep moving and changing

nobody knows when she will get exhausted and stop running
they don’t even remember when and how she started to run
so they think she wont stop until reach her paradise castle of eternity
or she might runaway, escape, until her dungeon of abyss stop chasing her

… until one day, the flowers and leaves, no longer wandering
no more scattered views, no more winds, just a constant emptiness
in a formed and fabricated views of ours
and where is she ? no where to be found.


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