Many times, I wonder if I'm really not the first one born in my family, that I'm really the second one, when the first one died...
But now, I could only imagine that he's with us & he's probably the one bringing the crazy things into my life, probably to pass on what he was supposed to do… Either that or he's doing things around me to change me into what he wants me to be… Almost like as if he's with me the whole time, just like a ghost, or he's with all of us, just making changes to the book of lives. I don't know. But it's a cool theory, I guess...
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Diary of Dreams
No FicciónThis shall be where I post whatever I can about my dreams overnight. Whether it be english or some other language.
