If you stay lost in the wild long enough, you'll find yourself.
I think about the unconfirmed supernatural explanations of phenomena as I gaze up inversely toward the endless black carpet filled with brilliant dust particles of light. I am still someone who wanders into nature to recharge regardless.
I both hate and love reading, and wonder if book lovers, with their strong sense of imagination, suffer from a little bit of psychosis.
Reading was an escape to another adventure different from our own. We could travel beyond the words printed on the page and climb to new heights previously unknown.
He stared blankly from across the table, which sat right in the middle of the white tiled floor, and off into some distant corner where one of the several armed guards happened to be standing. The white walls that housed the other men, who wore the same blue pants and a long-sleeved pull-over shirt in [...]
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