"hey boy, are you an astrophysicist?"

Its a non-negotiable, along with the insatiable desire to constantly be on the run. Itchy feet; can't find a home because we settle for nothing. 90s gangsters with everything to prove; like the love of sea glass and stone walls, and real-life-and-oh-so-enchanting castles that protect the most intricate stories from the wasteland of pastel colored plaster walls created for a child's fantasy.

We're not lost; we just don't know where we are.
It's not a problem because we have learned to survive, to endure.
At least we are searching for what makes us happy. And each day, we are getting nearer.

After all, we are fools.

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