...is a disease.
Standing on a wide field and breathing the cold fragrance of nature. The stormy sea keeping up and destroying lives. The distance between the evening star and us. The sunset tavern surrounded by dry pines.
Loud chirping.
I experienced that most people don't even know its meaning. This peculiar feeling of belonging anywhere else. Just anywhere, not at a particular place. I remember the moment when I woke up in a gloomy room. Insignificant but there was this special smell in the air that reminded me of a place I had never been. It is hard to desribe and easy-understandable for someone who senses this kind of tension that is somewhat problematic to interpret. I cannot be sure myself if I got it right. It's no desire for extending vacation, it's a longing for freedom.
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I probably know this feeling better than anyone else (well apart from you of course). It is and always will be part of our life, of our being. Part of us, not to be denied, not to be renounced and certainly not to be forgotten.
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