Strange feeling tonight. Too many no activity days, a new tale is growing, word after word, an insane idea, on a path leading far from the real world. Or maybe deeply inside it. Open eye dreams are filling up my days, while the rain falls on this filthy city, without washing off its dirt, just washing off our hopes. Walking along the shore we will find them again, collecting them like sea-shells. Hold your hopes strong, don't let this black rain to wash them away from you. Don't let it.
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