"Be what you would seem to be -- or, if you'd like it put more simply -- Never imagine yourself not to be otherwise than what it might appear to others that what you were or might have been was not otherwise than what you had been would have appeared to them to be otherwise".

A Spanish Saint.


It seems to me that society has crept up on me. I do not wish to follow, I refuse to be conditioned to the conditioning of my neighbour. These four walls and growing higher as we speak. I am feeling lonely, surrounded by all these people talking their speak. It's clear to me now, that I won’t be free until I’m not here. I need to get away from here, and land somewhere other than there. I want to close my eyes and open them to a place I have never seen before. I want to walk slowly down a footpath in a backstreet of a country I have never been to before, and see faces that will haunt me for the rest of my life.

I need to find myself in his arms. The arms that for so long I rejected. The arms that will strangle any comfort out of me, and position me in a positioning of awkwardness. 

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