Overflowing from our minds

It leaves the question marks in our minds behind, just like the lines on which we go on long bus journeys. Those who do not fit within us, those who are overflowing from our minds, those who sit in our hearts, who come to us with promises of peace, but who assume the duty of bitter separation. It's a long way, where you're going, maybe the time. A secret, a secret to live on the road.

Tens of people turned their heads in the same way. They have so much in common, who knows? I know that they have gone the same way and directed their bodies to the same purpose. Now they follow the same path, with a thousand different kinds of thoughts passing through their minds.

Dashed lines appear along the way, lines that move one after the other like playing chase. I think it's like a lifeline. Lines that pass each other in order to get comfortable by grabbing each other from where they left off and being inserted into each other. Who knows how others interpret these lines.

What we see while looking at the same path can make a difference. I often question why. Maybe that's why we were each different when we left. We will all be different at the end of the journey, maybe this is the most.

I start with these thoughts, maybe I forgot what happened between now. I have the beginning and the end, I fill the gaps as I remember. I hope everyone who sets out with me will do so! I know that; that's better.

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