people are like those fruity popsicles that change color the closer you get to the stick. what color are you on the inside?
would you like to jump in the car and drive, drive, drive, pray we arrive somewhere? but it's only a circle we run right? and i'm too tired to go to where i already was.
and yet i like the scenery going by, pretending that i'm moving. maybe moving. a little. going someplace
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Not until we are lost do we begin to find ourselves--
Henry David Thoreau
Henry David Thoreau
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