It seems that preparations must be completed before
my training sessions will occur, thus, jumping into conclusions was wrong and known from the begining.
The fog which I had during my insomnia disappeared, yet I still fail to see things clear,
as I used to.
As things become more clear, it is just the begining, and when everything begins, it looks blurry, it looks subtle, equable, this equilbrium should last long, although I question it.
My dreams are becoming realistic from night to night, it is the second time which I stumble this, as the first one was in the stanza of my insomnia.
The hills which I used to walk and observe - look as if they have collided
and transformed plane.
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The will to write,
find the correct words, is one of my major works during my day,
I find myself pondering and looking too many hours during daylight, and when night casts away it`s flickering lights, I once again, summarize my day, diminish my doing to a few words I found fascinating and meaningful enough to include/conclude/hold my thoughts/life.
As my life are not an hero'ish story, my regular acts, thoughts, are
transformed into a few simple words.