like in any other day

today, like in any other, I found myself going 'round n 'round thinkin'...

"how would be life if...?"

yeah, if... that little piece of work... the thing that keep us awake once in a while dreaming 'bout a life that will never be ours.
'cause that's the way it is, there is no other explanation, no God nor hero, no demon nor secret enemie... just life plain and simple...

...how boring...

"but life isn't that boring!"- I would answer to myself...- life has color and songs, smiles and tears, runs for our lifes and days with nothing else to do but lay on our beds...

and there is also love and hate

oh yeah, right - me would say- the always present clichè of love & hate... how original.

but it is! -I would claim then- 'cause it's always diferent in the end, there is always an accent that makes it different than the one before and after, than mine and yours, than ours and theirs... same story for both love and hate.

cause they are both passionate, they both take your breath away and put your soul entirely in one goal... they both make you run away with a fear never known before, and take risks never thought about being taken...

and that is why life isn't boring after all

so myself and me would shut up and listen...

to life itself

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