"The world is a book and those who do not travel read only one page."
Just a collection of pretty things I find.
I have come to realize that the mind of a constant wanderer is different from the mind of the firmly grounded. Different things fulfil us and fill our dreams. We selfishly value experiences higher than people. We need solitude and independence at times, but companionship and love at others, switching from one to the other in a way that is cruel to those on the outside. Know that if you leave, you are forever changing your future. And when you return, some may still love you, but others will hate you for it.
YES YES YES!
Drowsy street blanketed under thick fog. Amber darkness drooped. Go to sleep, go to sleep. This moment, I feel alive. Conscious of my existence, more than ever.
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