Imaginations.
we are explorers, living to find our own world.
The world seems to be very alien. Have you ever felt that? Difficult to describe, isn’t it? Like you are observing and instinctively investigating everything from a perspective much different than yours. It is a whole new world, within myself. Inquisitive. Very spiritual. Very personal.
This feeling, it knows me. The air I breathe. The life that I live. It makes me understand what humans really are, rather what I really am. It is like that other passenger which takes the journey and exists deep within. Within all the diseased layers of constructed conscience. It drives me to do things I do, things I think and things I believe in.
In moments when we create ourselves and world to create us in. I belong there.
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