Childhood dreams and childhood hopes. Wishes and desires all mingled in a tight ball of thin thread, so delicate that it can unwind at any moment, which will eventually happen in different places at various moments in time. When you stop being a child, when dreams stop being filled with blue butterflies and pink roses, when reality starts keeping you grounded to the world, you see pieces of thin thread being blown away by a cruel wind. And you finally wake up, reality is knocking hard at your door, making it impossible for you to keep dreaming and wishing for something better. You are here and you are alone and that is how it will always be...
There is no one to keep you company, to hold your hand while passing through this world, to wipe your tears or to support you when you are falling.
Loneliness is miserable, is destructive, it eats you from the inside, little by little until all your doubts overwhelm you.
You reach the end, and you sit there, at the edge of the abyss, trying to look beyond the darkness down there, and you can't decipher anything; you are scared and you are crying and wish for someone to put his arms around you and whisper in your ear that everything is going to be fine... but you don't feel strong arms embracing you... you don't feel anything so you close your eyes, tears coursing down your face; and you fall...

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