In life, we all desire something;

a certain situation, person, objects, objectives...

is it right to say that

to live without desire is no real life at all?

Life becomes a matter of floating above time,

wasting days.

I have the desire to...

desire once again,

and not continuing to lead a soul-less, wandering life.

Let me find you.

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Am currently stranded, luckily though, at home and not in a foreign airport.

It might be a while 'till I could return and resume that solitary lifestyle which, surprisingly, I've grown adaptive towards. Or maybe its the thought of wanting certainty; so I get enough time to complete work ahead, study for the exams, etcetera. The current holiday-like lifestyle is too good to be true.

Best of luck to others out there who are affected by the whole volcanic ash-cloud incident!

I'm thinking: gosh this world never gets old, there are new problems uprising every other minute.

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