Monday, 10 July 2017

Acomodador

It's that feeling... The thought of becoming something ordinary and simple... The fear of not being able to be more than just average...

You're having these thoughts, you force them into your unconscious... But somehow they manage to surface up to your conscious... They haunt you... Haunt you until you get paralysed... Not able to move at all... Not able to do anything... Anything that can help you rise above average...

A thought that bring you down to the very point, you've started from... A thought that proves itself...

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