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There is another dimension my existence has.

There is another dimension my existence has, Where I am not conflicted and exist as I should, peaceful and content.

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There is another dimension my existence has, Where I am not conflicted and exist as I should, peaceful and content. Where the wind beneath my wings nudges me softly to soar in the bluest of vistas. Here the kaleidoscopic sky leaps down my window, telling me stories of a different time. Yes, there is another dimension that my existence has, Where I weave the mekhla of my memories with the patterns of my own choosing. I plant stars in my garden and languish in their sparkle. Where I run in open green fields with wind in my hair and the sun shining on my face, And I feel one with the canvas that houses me. Here the days roll by filled with vibrant colors of life, And the nights arrive quietly like an answered homecoming prayer. Where I feel alive in every fiber of my being and My mind is giddy with thousand glorious dreams. Where my heart leads the way and I don't think twice, I love fiercely and lose gracefully holding my head high. Where I jump right in the middle of the field and give it all that I have. Yes, there is that dimension that my existence has, which makes my story count.