"Life is a hospital where each patient is possesed by the desire to change beds. This one would like to suffer facing the stove, that one believes that he would be cured next to the window. It seems to me that i would always be will where i am not, and this question of moving is one that i will discuss endlessly with my soul."
Charles Baudelaire - anywhere out of this world
did he just read my mind? everywhere in my life is my hospital bed. i move here/there and i think someone somewhere else is finding ecstasy elsewhere. contentment evades me like the women of my dreams, like the fame, like the money, like the power, and like the intellectual stimulation i long for.
Charles Baudelaire - anywhere out of this world
did he just read my mind? everywhere in my life is my hospital bed. i move here/there and i think someone somewhere else is finding ecstasy elsewhere. contentment evades me like the women of my dreams, like the fame, like the money, like the power, and like the intellectual stimulation i long for.
it seems Seattle has music, Paris has culture, Spain has elegance, London has fashion, New York has trend, and my life...it has... only me. just me.
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