Steps trotted...
people with suitcases hurried by...
Working in a windowless room is no fun...
And the chill in there was so impossibly real...
The sun shone brightly showering part of the table in the opposite room with golden specks...
facing the radiation for long hours is no fun...
That is when i wished i could burst into the open air..
a clearing... overgrown with green and soft moss flooring...
the feet will go pad pad pad over it as they skipped joyously to the tune of carefree past times...
borderless... even when sky meets at the horizon...
it's a thousand times better than to face four walls of peeling grey wash...
I would exchange for a hearing of the horses neigh... than the typing keys of a keyboard and the dull clicking mouse...
The world outside awaits...As i rattled away in the glum stuffy space...
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