And the way seems to get shorter everytime.
And the place that waits for me, seems closer....and closer.
'Til that day arrives when i won't even feel the pressure of the city.
My city...
And could all those white walls be hiding something behind?
Or a faceless someone who will soon come out?
Then it wouldn't be something people had never seen in their lives.
But i'll keep on walking.
And listening...
Hearing all kinds of sounds with no secret messege in particular. Just one sound.
That could mean thousands of things if i followed it.
But i decide to keep on walking.
And watching...
Looking at all those movements that don't get any kind of attention, but the one i'm putting on them.
And catching a glimpse of the smile of an innocent child that longs for a trusting hand...a trusting heart.
And i know that if i keep on walking, i'll be able to feel the air on my face, and realize that out there where i am, are millions of feelings that don't belong to me.
But i know that my feelings won't ever be felt by all those people; just because they're mine.
And if a tear falls from my eye, i'll be able to call it mine.
Then the need to cry will come again. And, if for any reason i don't respond to it, i probably won't know why.
So i cry.
2:57 p.m. - 2004-01-06
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