Deamblogações matinais

Ubiquitous thoughts make people dream about outer lifes. Lifes they cannot live because they don't even are aware of what illusion mean. "Are you ready to fly?" asked the scarred lady smiling. Having bothered with each other, both went on giggling and facing life. Their own private lifes. Nothing that could be stolen. Nothing they could lose... And so they did, running for life, running for hope.