Al final del escalón. [20/09/11]

Abajo, sentada en la esquina. Recostada a la pared dreaming about how I'd like to be my life. Imaging an inexistent future and smiling because of that. Repeating to myself several times what I want because, maybe when I wake up everything will be how I wanted to be, exactly. And I will be happy and...nada. Tonterías mías. Como siempre. I used to create lovely scenes in my head, because I dreamed about it and I used to think that maybe, if I thought a lot on that..maybe..maybe...It'd become in real...

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