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Some days i run into things, everything flahes past me so quickly... those kinda days i usually watch the hours run by. But there are other days where i see how the seconds slowly creep under my bedroom door. Silently, naively, slow-motioned. I just spend eternal moments staring at the shadows drawn into the grass, feeling the sun rays caress my skin, listening to the sound of the wind. Those days are the days in which i observe the world, those days i´m just a bag full of emotions which is set aside. Those days i notice how people talk but dont say, how people do but dont act, how people hear but dont listen. And i get to the conclusion which answers all my stupid questions, this world is SHIT. Yes, pure shit. A world whose basis are build up of corruption, whose windows are done out of the glass of hate and whose walls are raised up by fear.
Those kinda days i get really sad and upset, mainly because i do believe i human beings, in kindness and in love, but i never get any proof of its real existance. I just hear of them in books, in fantasy books. Books who are read to children but never understood by adults.