Most days I daydream about the life I wish I was living: a comfortable place to call my home, my own; a window to see the sun every morning, the rain, and the moon every night. A job that makes me smile. Enough 'economy' to travel and spoil myself a bit. And my furry baby by my side.
Most of the times I picture my life on my own: I don't have a partner, my family is not around. The ones that might be around would be friends. And when I picture this, most of the times the faces of those friends are unknown to me. I have never seen them to this day. Yet, I still dream about them.
I dream of also packing a bag and roam the world: Lisbon, Madrid, Paris, London, Zurich, Berlin, Rome, Viena, Budapest, Warsaw, Moscow, Sydney, Auckland, Tokio, Morrocco, Buenos Aires, Santiago, Río, New York, DC, Seattle, Vancouver, Toronto, Montreal... I would travel the world.
In my dreams I'm on my own... all alone. But I am happy.
Through each journey I will meet a friend, a lover; I will be kissed and swept away. And then I'll be gone to my next destination.
Sometimes I catch myself dreaming... aloud.
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