Quiet Nights and Quiet Dreams

Today I enjoy greater tranquility but I observe dormant dreams and storms.

It is true that while you imagine a different life, life, the real one, happens to you. I find it hard to let go of the moment that passes without ignoring the swirl of the brain.

Sometimes writing about it helps. Although, I feel more and more intolerant of the interminable patience to wait for who knows what day will come.

Meanwhile, time passes.

And you?

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