Lonesome could be an enzyme... accelerate your thoughts to be wondering and creating.
Even just creating some lame words... or feelings.
I can't stop think of this line tonight.
Jamaican Woman: It nice it happen to you. Like you come to the island and had a holiday. Sun didn't burn you red-red, just brown. You sleep and no mosquito eat you. But the truth is, it bound to happen if you stay long enough. So take that nice picture you got in your head home with you, but don't be fooled. We lonely here mostly too. If we lucky, maybe, we got some nice pictures to take with us.
It's from Meet Joe Black. While the Death went to visit the sick Jamaican woman in Susan's hospital.
I think that is what's happening and I should hold it right there when everything is still great.
Maybe life is about a little bit of sacrifice, if you have to call it that.
Time to leave... for the new future...
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