There is something wrong in the curve of my smile, something that makes it awkward. Perhaps because resign is a talent that I'm trying to improve, but for now I'm happy even if I do not enjoy. It is in these moments that I understand the condemnation of cats having nine lives to live. That trick is to sustain a boulder. That stupidity is a shield. That while staring into space, time passes but the gap never gets old. That among us there will always be the ashes of a volcano to keep us from flying.
In all this I lost some pieces too, on the other hand, if the your dreams are at odds with the world, or destroy the world or destroy your dreams. Just lose anyway. And the spectra of the way we were before haunting me. While I doubt you'll be telling me that ghosts do not exist.
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