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Satisfied

I wonder if maybe the purpose for my own existance is simply because there is something more that I'm looking for..

Could that be the reason for my continuous destractions?
That I'm just not satisfied with things.. That I believe there is something more but can never get the motivation to grasp it.. Like a flower too close to the ground that it can never grow past the trees around it.. Instead it feeds the insects ideas that create life somewheres else, that add to a small link in a gigantic possibility of life. Maybe..

Or maybe I'm just a dreamer, and always will be a dreamer.. Like spacemen and astrologists.. Those that dream of space from the ground and look at it through a telescope, and those that go and live it in space....

Sincerely,
Kendra-Dawn

posted by Kendra Robillard @ 9:04 p.m.