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I must be i turmoil, i thought to myself. I began to feel restless in this seat, unable to see too clear from the windsheild. The questions i thought. Questions the asking of which erases the reason for asking. Never clear. Like a tangled wire it is, sent sparks triggering off the entire system. Have i ever accustomed myself to such feelings, i ponder. For whatever that couldn't be categorised just distinguishes itself from another. Have i sped off too fast? Or did i missed the sign to slow down. As i thought, i came to a clearing once again.. A familiar place. So i stepped out of the vehicle and take in its beauty. Besotted by the irony of contradictory in its clarity and profoundness, I stepped into its vast space Igoring if i was ever able to leave. XoXo |
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