It feels different this tym.
Something very sweet yet very terrible.
Something thats wid me but too far and not obligued for me.
What if it is not meant to be what I am thinking of it.?
What if I stick to it and it goes far taking me with it and my body stays here itself.?
Sometimes we cling to things but then the other side of us knows that maybe it will never be ours.
But that word.. That word, "maybe" resists the hopes from dying and gives us the energy, to not leave trying, absorbing the valance energy from the universe which gives us the feeling that is converted into thoughts as, "Whatever it takes, I wont give up.."
:-)