The soul danced and rejoiced on the melancholic music of its failure all alone in its jungle city and cried over the moon. It counted the stars, hoping someday all of it would be alright but then all the hopes were shattered as the nostalgic feeling...
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The thing is that You don't want to return the place which they call your home, the place where you started from, but neither you want to reach where you're going. Ironically sometimes you don't even know where you're going or from where you started, you just know you're going. What you want is to keep moving neither to return nor to reach anywhere after all this journey feels much more like home than those places. You decide to keep hanging there in bettween 'cause You perfectly know that after you've reached your destination, that journey will stop right there and that cosmic feeling which you got by traveling won't stay with you anymore and it'll fly away to catch another wanderer trying to get lost just like you;
