I want to…

who wants to b reasonable.

don’t think about tomorrow.

I don’t want to b good.

I want to chase the never-ending wind, sleep in the sands and let the waves take me in. I want to drink until the landscape is a blur, run while raindrops kiss my cheeks, and forget there is a tomorrow.

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