The Journey
It's a Journey that exist only in our mind's eyes.
Some have struggled.
Some have seen the dark side.
Others' souls have been touched by the light.
It's a Journey that exist only in our universe.
One with deep infinity.
Clothed in light.
That chills.
It's a Journey that exist only in our time.
One with so little time.
That's exhausted.
As if played.
It's a Journey that exist only in our destiny.
Because it's a Journey that's found somewhere else.
One that's indescribable and unimaginable.
So rare and beautiful for it to even exist.
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