You would think with a snoring pit bull next to me named Deja life would be perfect.
It is never what it seems and never quite as simple as we think.
It is in these waiting spaces where I think. When the wanderings come to an end for a second and I wonder how much have I lost, by jumping, living, waiting, thinking, wasting.......
Where am I really is this waiting space?
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