Life always told me with its actions “grow up”, but I still remain as a little boy, same naive and dreamy. Although everyone says that everything is changing about me, chaos is happening inside and they also say that I am closed, trying to hide my secrets. Probably, in that case I am very similar to you.
What if my story is the history of humanity? At first, I did not know my origin and how I was born just like humans. And we stuffed our heads that this is some kind of miracle. I do not know who will repeat fate after whom, but they are repeated.
It seems to me that I stayed in the same train station. I seem to still sit there playing with my past, playing with life and playing with you.