To watch the
I push myself into the flow and the feel
So I will always be hungry for more
What else to do when one is so alone*?
But I can never get enough*?
You see it heals a tiny bit and fills and patches wounds a little bit
But why is nothing ever enough
And there was a time i never had enough
But that might have been better
So that I do not know how it can be
So I do not always long or miss like a dog
No matter what
alone in the entries and landscapes i observe out of the ordinary
The glimts in trees
And lights and ordinary streets
And the pure fresh air
I push myself into the flow and the feel
They all think
I am a strange strange girl
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