always moving. always changing. from the direction of the wind to a busy bus terminal nothing ever stops. everything that happens each second is long forgotten by the next. it is this about life i envy. all around me they're moving on while i'm stuck on this same sinking boat.
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Poesíai was love then i was lost. ©writingxfreak NOTE: some of the photos/videos used in this book are not mine, and i do not take credit for them.
