wander in an endless sea, and I only see the skyline.
jagged horizon, or stretched like a rope, horizon clouds, gray and menacing.
Vago and I do not know if I have a ship, if there is an anchor to be lifted, which set sail from a port, or if you'll stay forever wandering, aimlessly, waiting for the madness kidnap me, or is everything smuova by itself.
This is the problem of too much thinking, too much reason: it is more difficult to reach a conclusion, trying to figure out what is good and what is bad, what will and what whim. This is
the problem of being afraid of the vacuum,
want to put down roots, but to feel a push to run almost constantly.
hear the call of adventure and fear that he felt ill.
Have a heart and do not want silence.
jagged horizon, or stretched like a rope, horizon clouds, gray and menacing.
Vago and I do not know if I have a ship, if there is an anchor to be lifted, which set sail from a port, or if you'll stay forever wandering, aimlessly, waiting for the madness kidnap me, or is everything smuova by itself.
This is the problem of too much thinking, too much reason: it is more difficult to reach a conclusion, trying to figure out what is good and what is bad, what will and what whim. This is
the problem of being afraid of the vacuum,
want to put down roots, but to feel a push to run almost constantly.
hear the call of adventure and fear that he felt ill.
Have a heart and do not want silence.
Absurd, if I think about my impulsive nature.
Understandable, considering how attractive and repulsive to the opposite, always.
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