Let’s say you will fly, realise that sunshine is guiding your flight, enjoy papa and mama, kiss them and hug them all the time. Let’s say you will find salsa in the way to Seúl, you will be learning and smiling every day there. Let’s say they discover that sunshine is the result of your eyes and let’s say you will be full of adventures, dancing ones, landscape ones, and yes, maybe also some from university (for your free times). Let’s say the light of Christmas will become part of your common tools again, let’s say the white jacket comes back and also the astonishing ice princess. Let’s say I will have the chance again to listen the stories, to hear about the adventures, to enjoy your magnificent beauty again... just let’s say so
I'm afraid of becoming different. I'm fearful of one morning being another person, of thinking too much, of questioning everything and trying to get away melancholy. I'm terrified of knowing everyone, of saying hello to all those people and remembering their names, of not being timid, of being a kind and friendly person the people says I am. Of course, I am not that. I don't keep a smile on my life; neither is nice nor sexy. I am too worried about thinking all time, about the conversations with myself and the healthy practices of waking up early, reading a lot, exercise and not eat meat. What will happen to me in this way? What will I become on this road? What will I do with the vacuum of no pain? I don't want to be that handsome guy, I don't want the cute smiling I see on the mirrors every morning, I don't want to smell sweet. I don't know what is happening; I don't know what is different now. I want my obscure Mondays; I need my unsolved dramas, th...
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