Wednesday, July 31, 2013
Wednesday, July 3, 2013
Days are just days . . .
Well, there are days that are slow, there are days that are fast. Days that are bad and sad, and then days that are filled with goodness and happiness.
But there might be one day in your life, if it ever happens, that you open your eyes and you know who you are and you are sure what you want; And on that day you are not scared any more to be exactly 'that' and to show it to other people. The day where you don't need to explain yourself, not to others and not even to yourself.
That day, if it ever happens, begins by you slowly flipping your wings, lifting your light weight, leaving all the heaviness right where it was all the time, on those slow and fast, bad and sad, good and happy days.
But there might be one day in your life, if it ever happens, that you open your eyes and you know who you are and you are sure what you want; And on that day you are not scared any more to be exactly 'that' and to show it to other people. The day where you don't need to explain yourself, not to others and not even to yourself.
That day, if it ever happens, begins by you slowly flipping your wings, lifting your light weight, leaving all the heaviness right where it was all the time, on those slow and fast, bad and sad, good and happy days.
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