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I ARRANGED MY PHOTOS INTO FOLDERS HOPING ITS USEFULL. THANKS FOR SHARING COMMENTS.
I have many thoughts in my mind. And being honest this is really something more normal and constant that a rarity in the different moments that create my existence.
Among complex dreams and countless stories that happen only inside my mind throughout the day (even while doing one or two activities at once). Experiences that many may call daydreaming or a colosal imagination ore ven living in an inner world. Today I feel a little uncomfortable with this feeling of confusion.
Today I feel strange to my own story. Or I should say strange about the memories of what I have lived and experienced physically, mentally, spiritually and emotionally. I can remember a lot. I have forgotten much. And yet Ido have so many memories that often return to me in flashes with intense emotions and then vanished as silently as they approached my conscious mind.
Life as I know it changes. And I feel it will remain changing. If I want or wish something from a specific point of my being (some place I can not describe in words but that this inside me) everything around me changes and I get somehow what I want. But it's not something I can do consciously. Only it's something that has happened throughout my life and often I realize my desire when I see it realized.
"Green Eyes" that was the whisper that could identify today. And I do not quite understand it but perhaps my subconscious does.
I'm scared sometimes. Scared of changes. Scared of the lack of changes. Of what I am and what I am not. Afraid of how little other people may understand me sometimes and how little I can understand other people sometimes.
I am happy with simple things or events. And yet ocassionally I make of simple things big things. Which sometimes becomes good or great things. But some other times they become into not so good, tiring and unnecessary things.
Although it would be necessary to come to the conclusion that it was not necessary right? Or is it at least a good excuse?
And this is just a fragment of a few moments of my thoughts today...
I am grateful for everything I have and with what I have become (in every way and as many ways it is).
Until another time
By definition I'm complicated... but I'm fine with that, my felings are strange to me sometimes but they're mine. |
I'm a dreamer, remember almost every dream I have and dream almost every night.
I love nature because I grow up surrounded by it.
I can get lost looking to the sky, I'm specially linked to wind.
I also love my spoiled pet Mei, a young female dog American Staffordshire Terrier.
As someone told me...
If you can't make it with one breath, then just breathe twice