It is as if the world is too small…
Few people find it hard to breathe. Their roads seem to lead a single path.

I live following no certain rule, living as if the world rotates in my own orbit. I crave for new places; new faces and new learning- less of these shorten my breath.

Pressure flares from what the society imposes-the expectations it burdens us.

There’s so much about the world that excites me…a thirst embedded in the deepest of my soul…

The surge for a feral intimacy-the long wait for a break from a decrepit fear.

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