it's not the place. it's not the weather. it's not the people. it's their absence. but still you don't want to go back. you want to move forward, change,change,change.
different place, different weather, different people. next stop. and again. next stop. and again.
it's not the buildings, not the nature, not the faces. it's the way you project yourself on them. but still you don't want to stay.you want to move on, change, change, change.
next stop. and again. next stop. and what?
it's not the culture, not the aura of the place, not the eyes. it's you trying to escape these mirrors of life. the omnipresent other and the fear of getting too attached to it.
it is you.
different place, different weather, different people. next stop. and again. next stop. and again.
it's not the buildings, not the nature, not the faces. it's the way you project yourself on them. but still you don't want to stay.you want to move on, change, change, change.
next stop. and again. next stop. and what?
it's not the culture, not the aura of the place, not the eyes. it's you trying to escape these mirrors of life. the omnipresent other and the fear of getting too attached to it.
it is you.
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