I love more than life itself.

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I love more than life itself.
The bookworm, left alone to read. One page is too elusive. Another minute here, just a little more time.
Come away with me. Forget everything. You must go to a place of grass, silence and woods. A place like that was alive.
I was in a blue streak - until I suddenly found myself.
Something about her, she seemed so sure but so sad too. He wanted to know her, and yet, they were strangers never to speak to each other. He couldn't stop staring.
You can't live your life waiting.
The living human is cursed hustled along middle-aged, middle income stomping along but alive. Manufactured flesh and smile.
Uttering a few unintelligible words I don't yet possess the language to articulate the emotion, the loss, the anger.
He was going somewhere safe, a place ahead at an unknowable distance but he knew with certainty he must keep moving.
Greed - there was nothing as frightful as this. Nothing as terrible as this.