On some days I think trees can grow forever. I think I can close my eyes and the wind will resemble an explanation. On other days, I want to draw a briefcase, stuff everything that goes bang inside it, put the drawing in a bottle, and toss it out to sea. No one tells you that the fastest thing on earth is the future. No one tells you that sadness is so …
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