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thank you, life, for not having any answers. Could I be? Am I? Was I there, in your thoughts, resting somewhere between the ‘what is’ and ‘what could be’? Tell me what you know about dreaming, because I will be there, playing my part. I will be there, thinking of things left unsaid and moments not captured. Restart later, let me finish what I want to say. Thanks for coming back, reading, asking, challenging, staying exactly the way I want you to. I saw today that you’re going to be a hard one to replace. Maybe it doesn’t have to be like that, maybe we will change our minds. Habit comes back all the time. Is it true  that being forbidden comes as a surprise? This is just the kind of thing I think about when I want/need a distraction, you know? Of course you know. You were there, so near. A witness to my indecisiveness. Thanks for noticing and thanks for letting me know of the obvious. I remember the first accusation. It hurt more than the successive, indirect ones. If I am wrong, I will surrender. But I feel it, you know. I feel the indecision as it flirts with the truth, tests its boundaries, mocks its apostles. Thank you for remembering the good parts. I will make use of your selective memory when it’s time.
Soundtrack: Burial – Archangel