It's funny to think of people who disappear, They disappear into nothingness Without a warning Without leaving a sign. I wonder what ponders in their mind During the moments before the disappearance. They would think of coming back, Maybe not. Would they go with a proper plan Or place or a specific medium to travel? They would probably go for minimalism, For it would lessen the burden, the burden of all worldly pleasures The burden of all relationships. Maybe they would survive, The disappearance period. Or they will disintegrate and Dissolve into seasons. Or they will be transported to another universe, Where all seasons come together And day and night Come simultaneously. They would experience a new sense of freedom, Freedom from the monotonous life, From the caricatures of commoners, And the ties of restrictions, From the questionable ways, Inspiring th...
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