Cruelty, if you ask me..

I do have much to unpack, a cruelty it has been if you ask me. Boxes after boxes of sundry possessions which constitutes the old life belonging to a past left behind.

Shamelessly, the practical has been negligently surrendered to the poetic.

Now, what is a purpose to having a balcony if not christened with the all-time favored classic book of The Count of Monte Cristo and a steaming cup of tea with a measure of deliberate delight under the glistening stars, I retreated to my newfound little iron-wrought corner.

Peculiar this may sound to the unsuspecting but there is magic in one's solitary observance. I cannot yet say for certain but between the shining stars hovering the city lights that bodes implied promises and the cool breeze against my cheek, I simply thrive awaiting whatever may or may not come.

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