I have not written here for ages. Have not even thought of writing here. I'd rather re-read everything again and again. Have not even written here anything. But have been thinking of things. A lot. I'd rather just sit and think. Or talk. Talk a lot. But not write. Not answer to all those messages. Just re-read and think. Or dream. Dream big. About the things that I think. I could make a dream list in my head. Long one. With all those fancy words and phrases. But not write it.
Words will destroy its perfection. The perfection of my future dreams' list. I swear the God, I will make it huge, gigantic, just making people think: 'Gosh, how her head has so much space for her dreams!'. I swear the God. I will make the list and will complete it step by step.
Now, when I am alone with all this madness in my head, with all these crazy, dossly, freaking amazing dreams in my head. I will not tell anyone, not even the walls that surround me. No. No. No. Let it be huge secret that only I know. Or let it be little secrets that only I know. Just need to help them to grow in my head: put my head on the pillow and travel somewhere where only my heart knows.