I have in me like a haze
Which holds and which is nothing
A nostalgia for nothing at all,
The desire for something vague.I’m wrapped by it
As by a fog, and I see
The final star shining
Above the stub in my ashtray.I smoked my life. How uncertain
All I saw or read! All
The world is a great open book
That smiles at me in an unknown tongue.
— Fernando Pessoa
(Source: fearlesslyi)
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