Do they collide?

Paradoxically, it seems that I am going backwards to move forward in life.

Even so

There’s a switch somewhere inside me. And every so often there are sparks that go off. No one can see it. I can’t even see it. Though maybe blood cells and nerve fibers see it all. It’s magical, really. Do you know how magical feels like? Or am I alone again?

Dream life (for now)

When I’m older and have my own place (always temporary because I want to live everywhere before I’m totally okay with the idea of settling)

• dog (preferably a wolf-dog hybrid, Doberman, German Shepherd, St. Bernard, Siberian Husky, or Pitbull)
• Christmas lights / Christmas tree lit up in a dark room
• not a second to waste
• piano / keyboard on the floor
• no car
• tulips
• window seat in my bedroom
• the myth of Icarus and his wax wings
• “everywhere is walking distance if you have the time”