Coffee Themed Bedroom

Circles, Dots, Lines, Curves

on air: "Something Somewhere" Duncan Sheik

My life is not bad in general.
Lately I'm discovering many things about myself, many, many thoughts. I'm rediscovering the pleasures that I had lost, words that I had forgotten, items that do not listen for a while '. I'm taking the first steps in hands-free after stroke rehabilitation.
In all this I can say I hope-filled, lively and fertile.
Only one thing wrong.
And when I go back to face the rest disappears for a while '. I would not go back there with the mind, and sometimes it is better to imagine, even if the dreams often, for me, always have an end too real. Ie depression. That is, it is better not to dream. That is sometimes the nightmares are better than reality. My.
's all good this unknown world. In my life I move far from the center to reach a specific point of the circle.
And in doing so I'm happy because I get closer to my goal.
And in doing this I am sad because I moved away from all the other possibilities.
E 'this life.
created in the center, and slowly we look around in the early years of life. Then move the first steps towards what we like. But here, all the other points will move away. Then it may happen that we find that the direction we have taken do not really like it, or that does not convince us at all. Or that it is not the only thing we want. And we begin to take another direction, away from other possible new destinations.
Sooner or later, however, we must decide at what point will touch the circle. Who knows what will happen there.
I am now here in the circle, not quite in the middle so I could look all around for 360 degrees, not too close to the circle to run with perseverance to the point, and only that, I want to achieve.
I'm here. And every time I step forward, but sometimes I get pulled back, pushed by the wind on my left, or right from the shadows. Sometimes I fall and I get up. Sometimes there is fog, and I do not see where I'm going. The road I traveled is full of hairpin turns, swerves, turns round, crosses. And now I do not know where they are, look around.
There are too many points of the compass that attract me.
Like a moth flying toward the many flames looking at me from afar. Perhaps that is so much I saved from the burning wings.