Credulous

I use to look forward when I walk, but sometimes I get lost and I start to walk through a big and green valley. My thoughts are my only teachers and friends. I forget the way, I forget the reason for what I was walking through 76 street . Now I remember my mission, before I was born, I had already be able to fly to look after my dreams because losing the way could be more enjoyable than be aware of the reality. Let me raise this topic with my favourite setting: love…sweet love to everything, I don’t know the diference between the love for your dreams and the love for that person. (No unmoved persons allowed to this page)…In this planet you're supposed to be an easygoing person; but you're not supposed to throw stones to protect yourself. Shit…when the planet get destroyed, I will be playing with my dog.. both will die of course with a smile in our faces, and writters will have written their novels to nobody…Love will survive.. and will live in it house, in the sky.. the damage sky. I love the love as longs as it loves me too, I not use to love somebody while I’m working on a rational thing. I'm out of practice, I’m not sure if I am really able to add up…However…I notice that I still walking by a straight way..I take a long time to notice of something...