Always looking up, wondering about the mysteries the sky might reveal, finding comfort in the solidity of buildings, or simply watching leaves dance in the wind, poetic journey of contemplation.
Yet, it’s just a space within your mind, decorated with leaves, buildings, and places you adore; it’s your mental home, where you return to wrestle with worries, embrace new love, fret over bills, or crave golgappas.
It’s the cozy retreat you’ve fashioned within your thoughts, where worries and joys mingle freely, shaping your inner world.
Clueless Ink 
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