u don’t regret staying at home and commitin yourself to learning diligently. there's hardly ever sth new to see. it's only poles apart when u r set under new circumstances where everything is new n u feel an urge to explore what's behind every other corner. in this case, concentrating on study becomes way more mundane. esp. when the experimented object has an itchy feet n is fond of taking adv of being abroad n experiencing an unused, untried culture from the obvious, global, multilateral perspective. the one/s/he doesn't attempt to lose any of the minutes spent indoors. The flap opens the way to more versatile outdoor's world.
it's much to do with omni [-]present conversations. it's gonna be 'no more convers.' after I will be re-patriated [pirated again with those dearest], I surmise. The only reminiscences left, it’s time lapse photography left to be. Convos are inextricably connected with, not to mention, they rely on people. Lil fellas, alive themselves, providing the other/me, to speak to the point being conveyed, with the very fresh, newfangled, on -the -making lingo as it is daily updated with the creations of our unavoidably striking mindz. they weren't so needed, yet they r subject to be the most substantial as well as self-induced. Nothing far-fetched in here is to be found.
May them not be hackneyed mind-boggling paragraphs, notwithstanding, they were implicitly let [to] be differently depicting what my eyes see in a digital manner. Being torn apart 'tween the inquiry whether or not stay in and develop self just by self's own by clad in black durable machinery or thanks to 'em external, spirited but mortal yet so elusive augmented auxiliaries.
Mavericks... The real cream of the crop. They do nothing, yet they're what mommy got best. Devil-may-care natured creatures. Ambitious, presumptuous, their veiled in [sth] presence of mind- flotsam n jetsam of the soc. will never get to know what's in it. R we to refrain urselves from those japes, ploys n wor[l]d plays? R we to stick with them giving everybody a no-go about what's on those wits, perhaps?
Wide eyed, new ground
humbled by my new surroundings
I am a Citizen Of The Planet
My frontier is on an airplane
my prisons: homes for rehabilitating
Then I fly back to my nest, I fly back with my nuclear but
everything is different
So I wait, my yearn for home is broadened, patriotism expanded by
callings from beyond
So I pack my things nothing precious all things sacredI am a citizen of the planet
My laws are all of attraction
My punishments are consequences
Separating from source the original sin
I am a citizen of the planet
democracy's kids are sovereign
Where the teachers are the sagesAnd so, the next few years are blurry, the next decade's a flurry of
smells and tastes unknown
Threads sewn straight through this fabric through fields of every
color one culture to another
I come alive and I get giddy I am taken and globally naturalizedMy favourite pastime edge stretching
Besotten with human condition
