I run for escape.
I practice yoga for inner peace.
Just trying to make my way through this crazy thing we call life.
Thoughts
- The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars — Jack Kerouac
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