A hollow feeling keeping my mind on another plain, far away from the reality of day to day thoughts.
Remnants scattered by winds of derisive fools, never adhering to any screens within, just dropping down upon keys of a piano.
Being transported into lands of tomorrow's dreams, always sending coded messages adrift, hoping to be found someday without a hollow feeling within.
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