…..emotion, shining eyes, the wrinkles that were amplified by our smiles.
I miss laughing like a child, not just dreaming.
I miss the dreams that will come later.
Friendships, truths, encouragements that came at the right time and hugs for no reason.
I miss hearing the emotion felt from the warmth of a voice and the message from the end of the line.
And I still sometimes miss the joy and inspiration that brought me more often in front of the white paper where it was waiting for me to lay down…..the thoughts….
Every day I miss not only being able to wish.
I miss knowing and not just hoping.
I miss building, not just dreaming.
I miss talking, not just thinking.
I miss the peace that arose from the existential uproar.
I miss to believe. Sometimes to hear. I miss listening.
I miss giving, not just receiving.
I miss myself every day.
I miss what I didn’t get to be, lost…
I miss hearing the impressions that made me a better person as I knew myself to be.
Every day I miss…that’s why the person from the past and that’s why I’m going to be.
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