Conventions and traditions are suffocating me.
I wish to break free....
flee from this life
and live in a small tidy hut by the sea
a hut with thatched-straw-roof, stocked with loots of books and endless art supplies to survive me...
a hut by the sea, where the breeze will soothe
and the sea will lull me to sleep
and the morning rays will kiss me at dawn
while i swing in my hammock by the beach
still hugging my book dreamily ...
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