I am at home again and I can not help but think that maybe no one feels what I do. But I feel you now. When I am here with only my thoughts to keep me company my past failings come crashing threw in every open space of my domestic solitude. I can almost reach out and grab the past, but why look back when there are stars in the sky to behold/? It would be better for me to look toward the horizon's thin line Because I know that is where hope lies. At early morning and the close of the day that seemingly dull, black line that is pulled so taught across the sky erupts into unexpected hues. A multitude of colors explode as the sun wades beneath the sea and the world becomes a kaleidoscope turned by the hand of God. So I know there might be something unexpected waiting for me beyond the horizon filled with dreams.Birth sign: Aquarius
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