We are still not sure what we want to do with our lives. That's what drives us, doesn't it? That's youth. The ambiguity, the possibilities it presents. We will look ahead when it's time, we will have to. But let's live in the magic of the moment, as much of an illusion that is.
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Arcadia
PoetrySpilled thoughts, letters from no one, stories of another time, another place. - || H.R. : #50 in Poetry ||
