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I want to be a sponge.
Take everything around me and imprint my soul.

The play of lights, the shadows, the stories they tell
The lone star, blinded by the city's pollution
The incessant horns, the distant rhythmic melody of trains
The water puddles I skip over
The number of steps to the river bank
The bucket list I painstakingly make, with the knowledge that I will revisit it a year later
With a wry smile
The hunger to learn something new, to do something new
To become auto-didactic.