Walking along paths of life alone, always thinking, lost
in other dimensions quietly, not missing out on anything,
knowing that others are the ones who are missing little
things in life.
Finding them so important in the long run, solemn, at
peace, so unafraid of life, it's suffering, change, tur-
moil at times.
Experiences of learning about all things I'd never have
experienced otherwise, living in poverty growing up and
learning to live with very little.
Still being able to be thrilled just taking a walk in the
desert with my little brother, yes, little things are what
have stayed in my mind through all these years on earth.
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