A Lost Diary

I was young, way too amazed with new experiences.

I used to love apples, tried it in many different ways.

One day I tasted a really sweet grape, it felt amazing, it was sweet, rich, tastier than everything I tried before, the more I had, the more I wanted.

As years went by, that grape turned into a fine wine, I couldn't help myself, couldn't stay away from it, when the bottle was empty I would still hold it and smell that alluring scent. It took me many years to realize I was an alcoholic for it.

I did rehab, wine was not for me, I tried to forget, replace, anything that would keep me away from that taste.

I'd save myself, I'd allow myself to be happy

I see myself as random dancer at a rave party, as a guy working late at an office, as an experienced writer who just spilled coffee at a worn out table, as a homeless person, as a billionaire.

I dream away with my eyes open, Im all those people at once, and none at the same time.

I dare to see realities I'll never live, and experience them as deep as I can.

I believe we would be together

You and I

Things would be different

The world wouldnt be the same

The possibility feels magnificient

Bittersweet dreams

And a bittersweet reality

I dont care about what It means