The world is filled with strange but beautiful creatures. They look at you with their big black eyes, they peer through your soul, read within your intents, and try to understand you as you also try to understand them.
We file our boxes on top of each other, pushing out those who have weak hearts and little faiths. Our hearts are tainted with green, we always want to get ahead, we want to be the best, no matter the cost.
The mists of uncertainty will sometimes block our paths, and all we can do is run through the railtracks and wish that one day everything will clear out. Or if not, at least gain the power to see amidst all the blur.
Plant your home in the wilderness, where there is only the music of nature, the flavour of fresh oxygen, and the persons you love. Plant your home away from all the present dangers: corruption, wars and terrorism, away from the harsh reality, away from the dying race.
I promise I'll leave everything behind. Now that I have you, nothing else matters. Let's stay here, where we belong. We now have the sky and the stars, we can forget everyone else.
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