one of the many solivagant summers is coming to an end. the experience of wandering alone is really what life is all about. not in some metaphorical and poetic sense. well maybe you can assign metaphorical and poetic sense to it. if that is what your sick little heart desires, but primarily that isnt what i mean.
im going miss taking my headphones off on an empty street for just a few minutes. the noises are still so muffled like they are in dreams. the humid air is a suffocating pressure against the skin. by then i usually always feel like i have wondered off the map and im just walking in an empty void.

please dont interpret anything you see. not here nor everywhere else on this website, things can also be funif you let your instints decide about the meaning

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