A feeling of warmth and coziness is masking my heart and soul , with my new pinky pajamas and my beige fluffy dressing gown . A cup of coffee is in my right ; sipping a bit of its magic time to time . I lifted my head all around my square gloomy room staring at every frame and picture on the four grey walls up till I heard the shrieking of my neck. I lowered my head towards my computer , with a gentle touch all along my fair hair touching the edge of my glasses . A smile is layout on my downward-turned lips equally in the same seconds my eyes met the white writing on the black screen that sparkles from ten miles …A writing that sustains and zealous the hunger of my soul each time I feel the need of someone in my side , that makes me cogitate and head down to WORK on the future I am hoping to live , the Future I am provisioning from now , from the day I decided to have a different life …Yet, everything is predestinated , everything is already planned before the very few glances of these thoughts to settle in our numbness , non-working minds . Yet , if you work hard and with much sweat that freezes your body even in the hot shiny days and as if you are drowning in the Mediterranean ; a Mediterranean of papers , handouts , books and much work to prevent loosing your mind in the nonsense this world is occupied with . God will not dismayed you , and let the piece of art youâve been working on to fly like a bird in the autumnal days fearing the coming ghosty winds and the non stop silver drops of the rain .
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