the best-laid plans of men and mice are no more than just good intentions if never acted upon..
so
many individuals lead lives of quiet desperation, i breathe in through
my mouth and cast myself into the fire, swimming until i find my stride,
for what is this life if not for this elusive happiness?
the
dream. the desire. to live in a city surrounded by culture. surrounded
by friends who to you are the moon and the stars and the sun.
i
often miss certain people more than places, the warmth in their eyes,
the empathy in their faces, their tell-tale hearts beating in 4/4...
so often that i forget to express my camaraderie in words when i can see them again....and just smile knowingly.
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