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Hey
What you gonna say?
Must be something important
Or you wouldn’t be calling me

Hey
You’re reaching out
You want someone
Just to listen to your thoughts

Or perhaps to react
To laugh together
About fun, or nonsense
Shared joy, double happiness

Spending time, giving, reaching out
And being talked to
You’re not alone, never
When you have an inner circle

Since they are there
When you need them the most
And you’re happy
To have dear best friends.

In good times
In bad moods
When hyper, when sad
In distress, in pain –

It’s so comforting
So heartwarming
When you can call someone
Your best friend.

Sometimes, we have been to a place
A thousand times
It was all normal
A common place

To be
To rest
To live
To work

Sometimes, we come to a new place
For the first time
It is so simple
And ordinary

Nothing special really

One time, we come to a place
That we know
That we thought we knew
But it’s all different

One time, you arrive to a place
For the first time
It’s all extraordinary
And a special realm

To look
To connect
To like
To love

You remember
You cherish
And it changes your soul
– permanently.

They had always asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up, and I’d answer so many different things.

I remember wanting to be a bird because of how beautiful and blessed they are to fly, feel and watch the beauty from above, not knowing that not all birds are colourful and not all birds are blessed to fly.

I learnt that beauty is not within the talented of the gifted, but within the admirer who achieves his beauty by playing his creativity through his decencies and normalities, who creates a totally new something from an old anything.

It wasn’t bad
Some hours of switching
Of escaping
Connecting with friends
Reloading my mind

It wasn’t bad
Seeing something else
Smelling the sea
Seeing the sun
Warming the sand

It wasn’t bad
Being happy
Feeling warm
And cosy
And loved
Watching the blue sky

It wasn’t bad
Coming back
Being awaited
Getting attention
Being considered important

It was so good.

What is time? A constant. A unique speed, immutable. Unstoppable, also. And so one-way – a continuous flow moving the future to the past. Has it ever returned? Only in your mind and memories.

But just imagine: The mind is empty. Memories are on pause. Time still flows into the past. But now, it’s in slow motion. Seconds dragging along. Minutes appearing to be eternal. Unstoppable? Immutable? Maybe …

A unique speed? Definitely.