Sunday, January 24

when belief dies

" You used to be the one I'd set my sails with. Searching for new adventures together. Analysing every brick and curvature of a structure. A man who taught me that things are never as they planned to be. Who showed me that life is really lived only without a destination. Who made me believe that even in the absence of maps, plans, times and metres, we'll be just fine. The one who whispered, that somewhere - anywhere - a place exists where the wild things are. "

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