"Maybe there is a beast, maybe it's only us."
Monday, 6 February 2012
I always seem to acquire a strange zest for life in the middle of the night.
I want to go out and walk and walk until my legs collapse under the weight of my body.
I want to absorb the sky, the landscape, and the world's natural beauty.
I want to travel, but alas, I cannot.
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