A simple country road comes to a fork. A quintessential love torn between two sides. Such a fine line separates these roads. Yet a jungle of obstacles in between. The space between euphoria and melancholy. There must be a place so far away, that these opposites meet. Far enough to make an angel grin a ghastly smile. A place close enough for a paradox to meet true and false. Happy meets sad, sad meets happy. Yet haven’t they always been so close… Yet so, so far away. Minutes, hours, and days, meet seconds. In every case… what is “one” without the “other”. You may never know… But then again… Doesn’t everyone travel a simple country road?
Reason for writing:
Life
Birth sign: Leo
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