It's sad. Maybe it's not but it feels like something - when you have so much that you want to do and experience and share but you're still hanging around the balcony of your apartment on 17th floor from evening to sunset, just focusing on who to share it with.
The sad part is when it seems like; you have none.
Like ice to water, water to vapor, we change; but we remain the same
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