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Inexplicably likes the rush in the city to city, when the car pulled out of the city life of thirty years, some lonely, some easy, and I feel suddenly very quiet, as if into another world, and some distortion, when the return to their The city also feel that they are not suitable for long delay in this place, real close to cruel. In someone else's city, place among the crowd, I like them blankly, numb and cold, no one knew who I was, do not worry about who will see through my mind, I need a quiet person, freedom enjoy the personal space. No hypocrisy, no affectation. Has been a kind of imaginary, in the absence of awareness of where to go its own way want to go, do what you want to do, he said he wanted to say, if I did not want, then do not say. Down a busy day, when you can spare one for a walk, walk the road, do not worry about time too hastily, without worrying about whether the night and loneliness as partners, in fact, a person is not lonely, I suddenly found a love like a strange reason I want a really their own, one only my own. Had said: the car in a crowded bus, I can read a book down quietly, without prejudice; KTV in the noisy, if not familiar with the people together, I might be a song do not sing,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], just listen quietly, feeling. In a familiar environment, any digging I can quiet the mind time and space. Darkness fell, only solution on the streets, stop at a coffee shop, pick a window seat to sit down, the waiter introduced a variety of warm tea or coffee,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], I looked up at him, and gently smile: No, I just boiled water, holding a glass of water, watch the street, the crowds, people hurrying to and fro, not go home is to go to work, often seen near the station, like me, who back a package, rushed out from the station,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], if only to hurry,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], just to keep juggling the voyage of life. Sat so quietly, cups have been cool, the water colder. Food cooked in front of a plate has no smell of fresh-baked, called packing, back to the shelter. Room facing a busy street, opened the curtains, opened the windows, the vast black night sky, the stars not the sky,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], pure black, wind, small, gently blowing over the dough brushed my face, has never been comfortable with the ride from the heart rise, my hands ring chest, Bile Yan, deep breath, faint smile.
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