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® 2014 ::
Another year has come and gone. I see pictures of unfinished, melting with the old yearning for a change. The memories are piling up to find their common order, to summon the past. Time skips us in every errand we try. Nostalgia whispers unsafe passwords into our ears - these old tiggers. |
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Maybe it's not the time for a change but for a run. We feel free when we escape, even if from a frying pan into a fire. Human mechanics.
Let me sleep on it [dear god, how many pillows one traveller should need?] |
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Sound of hummingbirds chirping their song. World seems to be friendlier, or at least less deceiving. When what we wish for comes true, we often realise how little we know about life. And ourselves. We're now careful about what we wish for, but we still land in the same little corner. Waiting for eternal happiness. |
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So what do we do when all hopes had been suspended in desbelief? Do we try again? Yes of course... We're designed to never give up. That's at least some of us. The rest keeps on shaking their heads, slowly moving backwards. But the sideways are too interesting. Curiosity can move your heart. And look, it beats again. |
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Take me with you to what's next. Future can sound promising under the sky of fireworks. While we go from this chapter to another we may find out what else we can be. Unknown eventually gets tamed and we reign in a new coordinates. Enough of throwing the lucky coin in the air. |
