Must prepare the basket.

i need nature back, i need healthy muscles to build and hunt and leave everything behind. The only thing that stops it is the kind of love which idolises you and in return makes you idol. How can I explain, that the emotion of your loss is as selfish as my solitude. What can drive me? I can puctuate, I can fucking puctuate like a mad man without a pen. Consitency and variety. Intelect, spiritual finding, sharing of happiness, and independent strength. There is no such thing as power, only self-effciancy.

Burn your cars, and then love the lonely driver.