You trust him and like to spend time with him. I return to my rooms to begin my sleep and end this non-ending walk. I stopped and thanked the man, he, who showed respect and friendliness, deserves a good word and not critique, yet I feel that his exposure was uncomfortable to me, as it was the very reminder of my childhood which I prefer to forget, a time of a loosing civilization. But no, it was only a journey, a test, a look into something which I always assumed to comprehend, but now, after feeling and tasting it, I can say with confidence that it was not at all what I thought it would be, rather an alcoholic kick with smooth effects and a bad smell. Finally, there I stand, still pointing to the sky, a man next to me, his face forming a grimace, he seemed to smile, his words leaving a feeling of regret, embracing the very one thing I distaste, a level in life I do not like to look down to and yet, I have slowly touched it and almost entered its gates, loosing myself. I am here in London, pointing to the sky of wisdom and am patiently waiting for the effects to fall away, the effects of a sweet and dry smoke, produced after a moment of glow, and so it did in the darkness when it touched the wind, after it received a kiss of flame. I found myself in a bath of optimism and energy, triggered by the people around it and controlled by the secrets it holds. I find myself attracted to the glamour of friends and heroes, its walls are whispering to me, reminding me of the existence of trust, long forgotten and clouded with the touch of small talk, and a desire which was more than wonder and sunshine in my childhood: friendship. Being an ant, I walked a path which was bound to an inevitable outcome, I shared my attempts of glory with the wind and became a grain of sand in the desert which is as powerful as a slave can be, whose freedom is nothing but a forgotten dream of love. I began to realize that my doing, caused by an ambition to explore the media, influenced by the idea of Internet glory, manipulated by my drive to participate in the net, was nothing more than a jump into a bucket of ice cold water, which wouldn't let me succeed but help me to fall. Strengthened and motivated, filled with eager and optimism, I slowly made my way through a thick fog of the web, it blurred my view and clouded my mind and distracted me.
A long time ago, I was dreaming a dream of tweeting and blogging.
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