Still and restless, tired and awake. Dreaming for too long, its time to wake up. Wander along the tall grass, to gaze upon the endless sky, to drift past the stars and see the world a new.
"We wanderers, ever seeking the lonelier way, begin no day where we have ended another day; and no sunrise finds us where the sunset left us"
"I've never been interested in other people's lives"
Subjective, cultural, Structural
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