I visited my old school today. Sort of a last minute turn that we took.
Standing by the low wall facing the basket ball ground- I felt it again.
I felt as if I could do or be or dream anything, that there in that little world- all that was possible. That place has a charm of making you dream dreams. Especially that wall. Suddenly things appear a lot simpler.
Standing there is like standing under a falcon's wings. You feel like there is something invincible by your side that it will always bring you away from pain.. no matter where you choose to stray.
You see only little people around. Dreamers.. and they don't care what you dare to conjure up in your dreams. There is just so much space to breathe and to be.
