I wonder if one of these days...

... I'll slowly start my transformation into a dull, work centered human being. I fear the days to come in which nothing more interesting comes out of my mouth than topics related to work, study and money. I dread the days when my friends will stop caring about what I think of life, about music, myself, friendship, love and simply things that really matter. I dread the future, if it ever comes, when I'll stand in the middle of a party, full of bored, sad people with nothing more to share. Dry. Beaten by life, but specially feeling guilty because in some moment of our lives we left behind our dreams. Forgotten.


*Sigh*

Let that day never come, let my dreams never fade and give me the strength to keep standing in this river, that fights so hard to drag me with it. Into a world that I despise.

Let magic never die.