Where one's motivation vanishes

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The bus is starting to make me nauseous.

The scenery is blurred by the speed of wind.

The road sweeps with leaves, falling apart from their main body.

Taking a break from humanity is always a great thing to meddle with. It wasn't really long since my social battery left me.

I suppose writing this as a stress relief is an option.

My head is spinning. Such a monstrosity.

Mother suggested we go and visit other relatives twice per month. Simpler words, once a week.

It wasn't long since we moved from them. Had to take an hour long ride there.

Not that we don't exactly have a car to drive.

Father stayed home today, hadn't caught a glimpse of him this morning.

My eyes caught the ocean, decorated with ships and harbors.

There are also people of different ages in cyan running a charity marathon. All desperate, they seem to yearn for the end of the race.

Toilet cubicles tracked alongside the track. Some orange, some blue, some white. Funny how they are doing this on a highway really.

Of course, I'm not going to reveal my real name. Refer to me as Clover, more like my pen name, and possibly preferred over my real one.

My love for penguins is quite the thing. I have a huge collection of them. By that, 200+ penguin related items.

It's rather quiet today on the bus. I hear whistling.

I suppose there is really nothing left to write, huh?

I'll see you when I have something else to share.