It never really occurred to me
They weren't happy
Just doing the same thing over and over and always
Again and again
Until I realised
I wasn't happy
I was living, but I wasn't living.
So.
I left. The sea,
The forests were beautiful.
They were something I had seen many times,
But not noticed.
Then I realised, the city was so...
Dead. The city, always so full of bustle,
Wasn't happy. Needed something.
A little bit... more.
So now I live, not live.
I notice, not see.
I know that busy isn't life.
I am just a little bit more.
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