You know what I miss?
I miss art, I miss seeing life brutaly created before your eyes.
I miss that almost touching of soul when you witness that blinding force of creativity opened up before you.
I miss the hours of coffee shop conversation.
Vibrant dreamers and ranting madmen not scared to share because it's all about growth and change and exploration.
I miss pounding down through the streets and alleys of intelligent thought, comming to a dead end of logic and overcomming even that with imagination. I miss being alive.
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