The two worlds
My world and the world. My world is crowded. Is a world full of my moods and moods-to-be feelings.
Half full of figures, drafts, meetings, missing parking spots, wiping dust and dusty hopes, teeth brushing, showering, queues, question marks, histerical yellow markers, elevators.
Half full of dreams. Or at least of dreaming of dreams. Or hoping of dreaming of dreams. This half has Beethoven, who, of course, used to eat oranges and “wabbits” hunting tweety birds. It’s full of all my childhood memories, which make me a part of who I am now.
Is full of lovely wishes. The part where I’m doubting the fulfillment of these wishes stands in the other half.
Is the half in which I get to understand people and stop trying to be always on my fucking own.
Is the half in which I get to live. Hurray!
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