It as been there for a long time now. Like a whisper, like images of dream. The smell of a rock, the sound of melting ice. I'd wish to know the meaning of this, because when I'm far away, when I'm in the desert, everything seem to make sense, everything comes out naturally.
But then I miss my people, I miss my friends and I need to come back. I try to understand what is the Truth, what is the excuse for what. Am I escaping? and when? where is the place to have my soul back, to build a life which can be really mine, and not just a fake?
Looking for directions, as always, in a quest that few can help with and less understand
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