Many of us are actually hiding and wandering, behind and within our own mists. Sometimes, we just encounter them accidentally; sometimes people, things or events creates those mists; however, most of the times, we ourselves create those mists. There, we journey. There we find "whatever". There we got lost, hurt, kissed the earth, stood up, and continue our wandering, though with teary eyes. And it becomes our world. Vagabundo Observado Nebuloso.
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