Future is for those who make it come
You sometimes smell like rain... or maybe like old books... or freshly cut grass... All those things that I like and miss and sometimes feel like time is chambered in small spaces with high walls and once you leave a room you can never go back nor even catch a glimpse. Just feed yourself with memories. Fading memories. But maybe life is like riding a mary-go-round and someday you go back. Only for leaving again. But of course, that happnes only if, at a certain crossroad you pick the right road to walk ahead. If not... Well, if not, maybe there is always a way to go back. You just have to wait. I always thought that things which are meant to happen will happen. In a certain miraculous way, they always did. But, in fact, that's up to you again. Because if you stick to something and just let things go by, that mary-go-round, that crossroad and those things meant to happen will just fade. So it's not about the fate. It's about making all happen, putting all the pieces togehter...