Through all these years I have always been sure that I would stay myself whatever would happen, I thought I knew best who I was. And as time passed I grew up and even if I kept most of my childishness, I lost sight of myself.
I lost passion for the clouds, the ability of watching them and thinking about the space above, because I already learned what´s above.
I lost passion for the woods, lost the enjoyment of fresh air because I had already learned how it gets filtered.
But of all of those things the one I miss the most is the ability to dream, the believe in love, the hope, because I have learned that feelings end in hurt and I don´t think anybody will be able to show me the opposite.
