He hides in a corner, with a lamp by his side. To guide him, no doubt, to and through the abyss of his imagination. Cracks on the wall appear to him as he ponders upon blank stares. Perhaps there is a tear he can escape to, a crevice to hide, a place where the unknown is met and kept secret...
Under the roof, under the mighty sky, under the weight of dreams, floating on the sea of hope. He hides himself.
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