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 [...]

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