Between edge and flight

A very incomprehensible feeling inside me, like a thread is being stretched... It's as if I'm slowly coming to the edge of a high cliff and it's about to precipitate a precipice where there's a beautiful overview, a view, a #panorama.

It seems to me that the beautiful is near, the desired is close, and the dream is real. And I do not ask much from people - stay truly yourself in communication with me. I need it like air.

Just last night I realized how unemotional and low-energy I am... I guess a real optimist is a penal servitude next to me. I can't talk much and cheerfully about anything. 😄 I can't even talk fast, which, in my opinion, is a definite characteristic of a person.

It will happen... Soon... I know... Thank you.....

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