Friday, September 14

there is something beautiful in the way you perceive what you see.
the way your mind works and holds everything in place,
and how you react when you're thinking those dark thoughts.

everyone is a blur.
people are unbelievably alike in a sense that everyone wants to be different.
we are such a mesh of unoriginality and nonindependent thoughts.
we are RECYCLES.

i've always wanted to travel around the world, see new things that
make me speechless. and never meet the same person twice.
smile, laugh, cry.
i'm supposed to be afraid of life, not let it bore me.
so mediocre, and repetitive.

i need to sweep away all the faces,
arm myself with knowledge,
and never...stop.

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