Looking outside is like feeling the cold sensation of the fog and the rain. It creeps through all the layers of clothing and leaves a chill on your skin. A chill most people are not prepared for so soon.
It´s crazy to think, that the year is almost over now…. Looking back is somehow strange. What is there to see? Some fading out emotions, some fading out life? Is it a good life? Well, for sure it´s not a bad life!
It feels like swimming… swimming within a deep river surrounded by other swimmers.
It feels like standing in a crowd of people that live and mostly watching them. Reach out, and touch them, but not interact in the carousel of life myself.
It´s calm, it´s stagnating, it´s stable, it´s fading. People are passing and you can catch a glimpse, but that´s always what it is… a little glimpse – no more.
Live is passing by, while I am motionless in the middle of it.
Critique of pure dream 
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