My world is real.
Here things either exist or don't exist, there is no middle ground, the right middle with half truths.
The dementia of positive realism, the madness of living with your feet on the ground, without fantasies, dreams, daydreams.
Ponder what can actually change my real reality today.
That I am solely responsible for myself and that every act and/or word will invariably generate a consequence.
The life I have runs here and now as a result of yesterday, preparing me for tomorrow.
My personality today is the conglomeration of experiences, lived or not, thus generating acquired knowledge to deal with real life.
I want my whole life, hard, latent, I want to feel tastes and aromas, I want to see from afar, at the magic hour, what is invisible to the eye... The soul.
Simply feel and react... Without hypocrisy, squeamishness, lobbying.
I want to be me and live in the now!
I want to get rid of the characters in the theater of good manners.
I want to scream, break, generate...
I was born and died a thousand times and on this journey tracing a path that didn't exist and that once opened becomes real. And nothing and no one takes me away from reality.
