I have been having urges. Urges to run out of the house and sit on the swing and stare into the night, urges to grab a suitcase full of clothes and just wander alone, urges to be out and laughing all the time, urges to lay on the grass and fall asleep bathing in the sun...
But most of all - I want to snuggle into the thickest of my sweaters, sipping a cuppa and flipping through pages of words creating realms of imagination..
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More often than not, I wonder.. Why do I have these urges to be alone?
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