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February 8, 2014
I drown in my dreams. I fight the undercurrent as it pulls me down, but a surrealistic ambiance envelops me and I inevitably yield to the persistence. Surrendering always has a calm quality in these visions, because here, no one can see (and expect from) me. Everyone loves to see me defeat overwhelming odds, but I have always wondered how it is (even wanted) to be like the rest, with their vulnerable disposition. Sometimes, being delicate is a gift - everyone is bent on protecting you. In it is a kind of love I've always dreamed of but never had.