Cliché.

A close friend saw you at a bar tonight with another girl.
He took a photo  of you with his cellphone and sent it to me.
It is really the most cliché thing I have experienced in a long time.
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Hold on.

 

There you are, riding through the desert towards an unknown place with no plans, no one, nothing. You look for a sign in the dusty air, something that will tell you what to do and where to be now.

Keep riding that vehicle of yours, full of magical craziness and uniqueness, go places, don’t leave Earth just yet. Who knows? Maybe someday you will find that little spark that will light up your entire existence.

I don’t know when or how, but things do get better sometimes.