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Inspiration is not exactly a river, but a tiny rock floating amidst the streams of our thoughts.
I will continue writing until someone else writes the poem I've been looking for.
There are many "unicorns" out there, but not many pegasus :-/
I've never been a fan of the cold, but why would I? if a fan is only needed when is hot.
"Here I am, will you send me an angel? ... A morning star" Scorpions
And I know, I just know
that whoever said coincidences don't exists, was not a coincidence at all.
There are those songs that tuck me in bed, but there are those others that awake the me in them that I wish to sing until I fall asleep.
Everyone is something and something is someone who is Everyone.
Sleep must sleep before I do, for I wish to be awake in the greatest of the dreams; my reality.
A dream is the duvet I always blanket myself with, it warms me up and makes me cozy, yet I know my sun awaits for me somewhere in the world, that someday, I must make my bed to finally start my day.