Day two hundred and thirty one
bye, old bathroom.
Sometimes [or, well, most part of them] we get blind with some situations that are good in the begnning but become worse everytime you try to make it better. For some kind of self-indulgence, we keep going that way, maybe cause we're afraid to change, to hurt and get hurt. But some day arrives and we just change, and we get better, feeling fresh, like we could just fly.
One warm night I was walking alone in a street that I have so many memories, a street that I used to like to walk and remember and think something like "what happened some minuts ago [now, some months] would never happen again". I used to feel strong with such alive memories and to be true, I still do. They still seem so real, so strong, so good. I could feel my feet so good like if i was walking on cute white clouds. I could smell that place and bring back all those good memories. I know... I know we can't live with memories, but sometimes it looks like we won't get hurt living like this. I swear I could do anything to get back what gave me these memories, I surely don't want all that to happen again, I want new things with that fresh good feeling, the one I felt some minuts ago and made me so happy and I know they are back, way better than I thought.