Welcoming Whimsy: Salvation


Lately, I’ve felt a heavy weight,

Colors I cherished have lost their vibrance,

In the backdrop of mundane existence.

My spirit drained of vitality,

The zest for life I once championed

Now withers within

This ordinary existence.

My soul a weary traveler,

Yearns for a tranquil respite.

Bottled up, perhaps,

I’ll find salvation.

In that vessel, I hope to find

The cure to my melancholy.

A secret place away from the world,

Where I can set my magic free.

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