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The canopy of the tree hanging next to my apartment's window draws a guided cone of shadow in its very surroundings,letting some into my room. No need to light up the bulb of my wall lamp though, since there's still plenty of light coming in. I wish some could break into my life so as to find out what I should do afterwards.
But living isn't made for easy replies, you have to struggle to let life open its pockets full of leftovers, in the hope
one day they'll become gorgeous flowers, blooming inside your hollow blood pumping muscle.
Sometimes you happen to smile and laugh to such an extent no one could care less.
But you do. And you're so proud of yourself, so proud of your bliss that you'd love to tell it the whole world.
But you don't, given that you're well aware no one could lend you any more than a concealed word of shallow approval.
Gleaning from experience made you a stronger person, too easy to hurt, that's true, but way harder to kill.
They could rip your skin off your body, but what's inside you lies miles afar.
The reflection popping out of the mirror in front of which you're trying to comb your hair seems to smile at you in a
pleased manner, everything falls into place and you're ready to go out.
Old pop and dance songs are the sole melodies rallying in your head; you can't even remember where you happened
to listen to all of them. Happiness switched on your inner wipers to rinse every drop of bane away from the heart.

An hazy ray of light breaks through the window, reminding my sleepy eyes to open up wide.
It's high time I began to read what I need to start my new working experience at its best.
Tangled up in my blankets, laziness seems to win most of the times.
We all need a savior somehow, whoever may help us to come up with new ideas to convince
our brain we can still put our trust in the future, even though the present molded our personal ego
as a senseless wax puppet. There're still green meadows to explore, teeming with colorful butterflies;
we simply have to draw the correct mark on the map of our life, and make sure there's enough fuel in
the engine. We'll get by, stronger than before. No matter what, no matter how.
It happens you even feel invincible at times, when you're so upbeat that pure venom could be considered
as a sweet candy. It happens when your imagination turns a staircase into a trampoline, or clouds into a plane
to fly away as fast as you can, unreached. Coz everyone of us is invincible his own way, and gorgeous
as a glaring star yet to be discovered. We all go through a path fraught with obstacles, but there's always
light waiting for us at the end of the tunnel. We have to keep on fighting, it's not easy but we must come
to terms with that, and keep on drawing white flowers on our personal blackboard: someone might add
the colors one day...

To my nameless woman

'How long are you going to stay here?Are you going to strand me on a barren island,just like any other man did before?" - she asked reclining her head,as though she was waiting for a sign to start weeping on my chest, still scented with the perfume of the lilies I plucked for her hours ago.
"I am going to stay here forever, and yes,I wanna be stranded on a desert island with you,because I 'd be the only flower you could pick everyday to help you go through this desert called life.
For you are the sole color I'd choose among a million ones, the only star I'd stare at,if only you were real..."

I love you.