I was always attracted not by some quantifiable, external beauty, but by something deep down, something absolute. Just as some people have a secret love for rainstorms, earthquakes, or blackouts, I liked that certain undefinable something directed my way by members of the opposite sex. For want of a better word, call it magnetism. Like it or not, it’s a kind of power that snares people and reels them in.
Howl.
it's kind of a funny feeling, losing yourself along the way, but even more refreshing when you find your way back, all the same but somehow new.
travelling around the webspace I read a theory that said all of the atoms came from stars that exploded so we're all made of stardust that is on a constant move.
maybe I just lost some atoms over the past weeks that were replaced with new ones now.
I got a beautiful comment here lately and wish to spread the power of its words:
I hope when you wake up with the morning sun you think two things.
1. I'm beautiful.
2. I am wild, and free.
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