Just for a second, take a deep breath, look around and admire the deep shit you got yourself into. You try to see the world in slow motion, every shape, every color, every little detail that goes unnoticed. You walk the same road every day, yet it is impossible to describe the objects that calmly stand still while you disrespect their posture with your breeze. Look down and watch a set of tired feet, nothing but the slaves to your dreams. You take a glanze at your hands, they are the ones guilty of your trail; then you slowly turn them and make your palms visible while detailledly attempting to figure out your fortune. But you fail miserably.
It's always fun to be the third party in your life. Like in the movies, when your soul steps out of your body, only that this time you're not following any cheesy plot, you're doomed to follow your destiny. You watch yourself commit the mistakes you thought were completely strangers to you. You obserbe every ridiculous gesture that is dictated by the rest of wondering souls without a path around you. You philosophize about your life and then about your philosphies. You agree to the cicle and become another one of its wheels.
And then,
abruptly,
you're brought back to reality.
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