Be home. Or somewhere between 2 walls and doors and windows and neighbours. And think, find out what part of my inside is real and has the stronger will to live and so we can develope together. Me and my will. But the flows are so irregular that I find myself changing every second second, not changing my mind but making up the plans over. And the flows relate to the music that I hear, the music some of you have filled me with and then sometimes abandoned me and the music gained an intependent character that pushes me to spaces and mental companies that may remind me to this yous that abandoned me but no necessarily are. So this music makes me keep floating in the surface and navigate through my thoughts and my memories with or without every you. And grow through it, make up so many different ways to go and get the feeling that, really, everything is possible, but the latent possibility of everything makes everything impossible because nearly nothing has ever become real and most of things won't probably be. So if everything is possible that means most of the things aren't possible at all. Maybe for the lack of time, for the lack of believe or because some of those things are just possible as an idea and the realization of the thing isn't really the aim of its existence but the thought of its possibility. So that everything is possible is something by itself, a thought that is already complete and doesn't need to be fullfilled to prove that is real.
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