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London has been unfriendly. Unkind. There are 6 billion people on this earth. But none of these people but one, will know me.
And again I've lost myself in this thick jungle of people, wandering somewhere along the pitch dark roads of London, with a map and a bus guide but without a direction. Why have I once again thrown myself in a world of pretense? I am sane, and being functional. I know what I want that I don't want. And I'm doing it. Because I have to learn to survive without a soul. I'm wondering once again where to turn. There's a dead end straight ahead, there are worlds ahead of me. There are vines and dead things ahead, there is beauty and wonder ahead. The goal constantly mutates and rears its ugly head.
But again I'll be fine tomorrow. A new day will begin. And then the rain wouldn't matter.
So why bother about today?
And again I've lost myself in this thick jungle of people, wandering somewhere along the pitch dark roads of London, with a map and a bus guide but without a direction. Why have I once again thrown myself in a world of pretense? I am sane, and being functional. I know what I want that I don't want. And I'm doing it. Because I have to learn to survive without a soul. I'm wondering once again where to turn. There's a dead end straight ahead, there are worlds ahead of me. There are vines and dead things ahead, there is beauty and wonder ahead. The goal constantly mutates and rears its ugly head.
But again I'll be fine tomorrow. A new day will begin. And then the rain wouldn't matter.
So why bother about today?