like the lamp in the wind..strong yet delicate..determined yet flickery..calm yet disturbed...me yet not me...different facets...just a nomad on the road called life
It's too plastic round here...the stench of it burning...the sound of it rustling...moving too fast for me to even glimpse...and when I do...its but a burnt out mammoth of plastic...nightmarish...I need to sit by my lake...I can't stand it anymore.
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