Sometimes we wait for death
To come to us.
Sometimes we come to death.
To escape from the laughter.
To escape from prejudice.
To escape from people who make our lives
To escape fear, the fear to live.
To escape even from your loved ones.
To escape from loneliness, the empty hole in your heart.
To escape from people we might never meet.
To escape from everything I see, hear, touch, smell, taste and love.
To escape from the wind revealing its secrets to the trees.
To escape from the sweet air.
To escape from life itself.
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