It's when you start dreaming about it that you realize things have become true. For many of the past sleepy hours have been fulfilled with imagination of my unconscious mind. I have said goodbye more than times than I would have liked to.
Streets start to look more normal, the food more usual and the language recognizable. People's voices and ways are becoming more familiar with each and every minute spent by.
Such an enormous revolution of life, yet I cannot find my self sitting and thinking, planning, even less worrying. I might wonder on the wonders I see stamped on every girls face, that I can foresse will not ever change.
What I was, tends to carry on, I lack on getting the feelings on the right path and keep chasing challenges to be proud of.
It strikes to me that what I've been leaving behind might just be left, for now, and not for good. It is better to be hot or cold, but please, not lukewarm.
More than dreaming my dreams I do believe I'm living them; recognition of such fact can make it even more worth while.
Nothing really matters, anyone can see...nothing really matters, nothing really matters to me.
Any ways the wind blows...
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