Often like happiness an elusive shit that keeps getting flushed down the drain. Strange comparison, but why not? I still think the the earth is just a fancy exotic ball of rock which we accidentally happen to be. Finding the magic road is not easy and I just get better at looking for that magic nugget.
We love ourselves too often and need reach out much more often. It is a social responsibility and it effects the environment also.
A good poem is often more incredible that what you see in the world around you.
You read it more than once due to the pleasure it gave you more than for subtle meanings.
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