Es un trabajo para Colicole-Man

The thing is, I don't really know what I have lost. What I crave from another time. I don't.
The most realistic thought about what's this, is that those are things I never truly had.
Things I imagined. Worlds that never existed. Realms from my mind (and from others').
Of course that every melancholic person misses something probably lost anyway.
But realizing that those things actually were never there to begin with is a bit more sad.
And... Could it be in fact true to miss that wich never existed? To miss a dream?
And even deeper, if it's a bunch of dreams what I long for, why not surrender to them?
Let myself sink (or float) among dreams and fantasies, and stories?
Forsake this world, and live in others?


I don't know what the very answer is about my first concern.
But I'm pretty sure about this last one.
Why not forsake this world?
Why not permanently move to the rest of the realms?


The answer: because I can't.


I am as tied to this world as to the others.
I'm in limbo. A not so traditional concept of limbo.
Also not saying I'm the only one, no sir.
Someone already said that, right? ;)


Well, it seems I'm missing my point.
One of the side effects of being in limbo.
Can't help but to beat about the bush.


I should go to sleep.


Bye Now! ;)