Don't ask me to be consistent, because I am. Again the wind came and it found my being.
Increasingly whole, increasingly alone. It will be a trend? It will be a choice? Or the destiny?
Everything points to a new way, wihich I want. And everything leads me to think I spent my life idealizing a lot nothing. And nothing, I believe, prepared my soul for everything, or almost everything.
I'll go... I know I'll come back different. At another station.
Increasingly whole, increasingly alone. It will be a trend? It will be a choice? Or the destiny?
Everything points to a new way, wihich I want. And everything leads me to think I spent my life idealizing a lot nothing. And nothing, I believe, prepared my soul for everything, or almost everything.
I'll go... I know I'll come back different. At another station.
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