The search. The struggle to stay awake long enough to be human, to be alive. I wish to travel and see the world. I wish to see what’s been left behind for us to admire. Starting and starting again. It’s all of use to me in many ways. It matters and it doesn’t. These words like yesterday’s but different. Lift my lids (or is it my spirits) so that I may travel. So that I might breathe fresh air and admire my history. Sleep it stops me short-

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