Sometimes I think I know a lot about dreaming, that deep and non stop desire that flows right from my heart and soul. Sometimes I just feel sick of keep trying, all alone on that way. But then, when I manage to open my eyes in order to face the reality I realise that maeby it's true that my feet have to be on the ground, but that doesn't mean that my mind has to. It's said that life can take us to unexpected places and dreams are considered for those lost romantic fools, but I think that most of the time dreams are like our medicine. And for better or for worst I don't want to stop taking it.
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