A drop again, lost in the middle of the ocean, thinking on who is and is not a moment's notice. My mind, faster than real, imagine, invent, living worlds that are not this world. Stories, people, colors, aromas, tastes that are the best imaginary spaces that make me live in peace, where I feel safe, where you feel warm. Live these places until I fall, hit me and I'm back here in the place where I am, where I have to live, where is the real thing, where I have to give and receive, keep in a back and forth, in a communication the world.
But what? That is where I start to wonder what position I have against this "world." Because finally, after all, what is "my world "?... you imagine, I live, which I believe, who attempt to live, which touches me ?.... who knows. It depends on my ? the world? .... but what world? I think I'm spinning and rotating bearings, so maybe that will not let me see what my place.
The nostalgia appears when I remember the places we thought they were my favorite places ever, or perhaps they were, or maybe not. What about those people that made you experience moments of breath? .... I read one day that life is not counted as live, but by the moments when you run out of breath.
I have not lived if you do not feel. I felt alive when I felt love, I felt pain, I felt. When you feel that the air enters your lungs, you breathe harder, to laugh or cry on the inside, feelings that emerge in every detail of your body, you see, that shows.
I feel I'm alive when I feel. I feel as I live. Alive when everything else is not lost, when feeling takes me, through me, I live.
Today I feel that I have to change course, begin to see some things differently, feel a little more master of my world, you can feel the drive for a moment, not get carried away, but bring.
But what? That is where I start to wonder what position I have against this "world." Because finally, after all, what is "my world "?... you imagine, I live, which I believe, who attempt to live, which touches me ?.... who knows. It depends on my ? the world? .... but what world? I think I'm spinning and rotating bearings, so maybe that will not let me see what my place.
The nostalgia appears when I remember the places we thought they were my favorite places ever, or perhaps they were, or maybe not. What about those people that made you experience moments of breath? .... I read one day that life is not counted as live, but by the moments when you run out of breath.
I have not lived if you do not feel. I felt alive when I felt love, I felt pain, I felt. When you feel that the air enters your lungs, you breathe harder, to laugh or cry on the inside, feelings that emerge in every detail of your body, you see, that shows.
I feel I'm alive when I feel. I feel as I live. Alive when everything else is not lost, when feeling takes me, through me, I live.
Today I feel that I have to change course, begin to see some things differently, feel a little more master of my world, you can feel the drive for a moment, not get carried away, but bring.
know very well that if I do believe that I have my world, it really took, and I checked, I lived, I felt it. Then, from one moment to another, can calm, the domain disappears, comes what I feel, what I can, which is stronger than me, or maybe I do believe it is more stronger than me. And he dominates. Today
step of feeling dominated by "My World" by the other, trying to feel he owns. Start playing. To give my steps. Why?. What's better than fun? What better to laugh?. Today I choose to smile, dominate, play, move around me, perhaps from so much movement, someone or something, I revert the moves, and becomes me who get carried away by the moves of another. Sometimes, it's good to be strong, and sometimes it's good to be weak. The important thing is feeling, living, reached, and know that you depend on you and everything, everything and you, of those worlds that are touched in some place, where you want to play touch. The other's world, your world, the real, imaginary ...
many worlds? ... do not know.
step of feeling dominated by "My World" by the other, trying to feel he owns. Start playing. To give my steps. Why?. What's better than fun? What better to laugh?. Today I choose to smile, dominate, play, move around me, perhaps from so much movement, someone or something, I revert the moves, and becomes me who get carried away by the moves of another. Sometimes, it's good to be strong, and sometimes it's good to be weak. The important thing is feeling, living, reached, and know that you depend on you and everything, everything and you, of those worlds that are touched in some place, where you want to play touch. The other's world, your world, the real, imaginary ...
many worlds? ... do not know.
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