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Have you ever looked around and saw every object and being in a totally different light than normally? It used to happen to me a lot when I was younger. I try to do it every now and then too, just hoping that I might grasp other perspectives of the world around me. ("The world around me" - that sounds incredibly self-centered, or am I just paranoid?).
And it seems like every time I do that, I feel like I am a complete stranger. Because somehow everything is just new and I realise that I live my life as it would be a dream and "just for me". I mean, I miss balance and harmony, and I really don't know where to get them. Because I feel like I don't have a point of reference and I'm just floating around along with a lot of "stuff" (Amazingly artistic word, no?), that just keep changing...
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