wants.

In life it's natural for people to desire material kinds of comfort/goods-

We see people wearing branded clothes, carrying designer bags,

talking about fine dining, living the high life, all the time-

but sometimes it's as if I'm looking through the glass from the other side-

like some like of apathetic observer, looking in bemusement at some strange exhibit;

It's not that I'm trying hard to be low maintenance, or that I have a particularly misery outlook;

and to be fair it's not that the thought of wearing branded clothes, coveting some designer shoes or handbags, or the hope to dine at a fancy restaurant or live the high life has never crossed my mind-

it's just that,

these things, to me,

(at least now anyway)

are not that important.

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I cannot explain why,

but I believe that some spaces/lapses in time cannot be filled be any other or any other thing-

some battles are to be fought,

and some lonely spaces,

they are to be endured, filled up,

by one,

and one alone.
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playing in the van all the time everywhere we went (and also in my mind shortly afterwards) when we couchsurfed with James and the guys.
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sometimes I honestly miss the feeling of dancing/running so hard everything/everyone else in the world is totally blocked out and in oblivion-

just the music pulsating,

and the blood in my veins throbbing,

and the beat in my head, 1, 2, 3, 4, 2, 2, 3, 4....

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There must be something bigger, more-

out there,

next to these vast landscapes,

across the endless patches of greenery,

in the midst of these never-ending forests,

we are but a small specimen of life.

There is something bigger, more meaningful.

We are all a part of something bigger, something more meaningful.

Strange as it sounds, somehow,

that thought makes me feel confused,

but also peaceful at the same time.

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I don't know why, and neither can I explain,

but (sometimes) I think,

but Happiness,

much like Youth,

will all come to pass.

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为什么？

为什么，你可以-

你让开心，很容易地就坐在我肩膀。

转眼，寂寞已经走掉了。