nor happiness. so many emotions, so much longing, so much searching for things to forgive, so much looking for a purpose to feel. when you could just enjoy the quiet, embrace it. feel the sweat trickling down the small of your back and imagine it trickling through the cracks of the floor boards down to the indian shop, becoming fine drops of humanity intermingling with the sitar’s sound waves. see?
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