I find moving forward a strange art. Seems like people move so quickly from one phase to another while I often stop and spend ample time in each period. I think one of the reason why after all these time I often find myself alone back there. Was I the only one who knows how to treasure more some moments? Embracing the fact that as people pass by so fast, seeing myself left behind is a common picture.
Like a straight streak of light they go. Dozens of beams all around me.
I am now In fear that one day i'll find myself all alone; making the place I use to know a strange place.
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