that endless plummeting downward
spiraling out of control
yet so focused and steady at the same
a journey that sees no end.
the blur of everything rushing by
a free fall with no direction and no purpose
but only existing for the sake
of existing
like everything else.
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♥ Spontaneity;
Louis Pauzé: "We're all going to die. Write that down, miss. We don't have the luxury of a thousand years on this earth. Only sixty, or maybe eighty little years if we're lucky. And these years pass in a flash. Why not offer flowers to your spouse every night? Why deprive yourself of the happiness of making your house a home? Why resist your impulse? Daily life is the most beautiful voyage..."
♥ Likes;
♥ Sanctuary;
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