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insanity
or whatever
i know what i wanted since the very first time i knew about fantasy
that i wanted it to be real
kinda frustrating
kinda hard to admit
that it's easier to sit down and comform with all that reality has to offer, which is not a little, but still forgetting about all those adventures that are supposed to belong to dream's realm

i used to walk a lot there
i used to play even more there
then i used to escape there like i had nothing here... like i cared about nothing here
and then i realised i couldn't live like that because i was here
and then i started to live here
and yesterday
i visited that place again
it was awesome
it was like in the old days
no
it was even better
and i felt strange... because i couldn't reach that place with my own hands
i couldn't be with them, i couldn't be part of them
i was in between
and then... i started to write this down
to see if somehow
someday
i find some kind of sense in all this situation
which has been part of my life since i can recall my own conscience