They are part of me before them being a past tense of mine.

I did move less than two months ago and I’m now counting the days till I might reasonably hope to settle down again into a new apartment. The promised hospitality  went good I think: I’ve written a lot, I’ve been well treated and I feel solemn gratitude to my friend.

After discharging any fear, stress, worry about the graduation, I’ll proceeded to find a job, my kingdom for being lucky. I’ll be having rapturous moments of happiness once I obtain a mission. I wish it, it to take place as soon as possible: a mission.

From now on, not one day will pass without enthusiasm, a  tacit relation has been established between my mind and me: any possibility is in my heart, in my mind so if I want it, anything could emerge. Let it be I might have to say goodbye to people that could only live..people who has been part of my..present that passing by it becomes my personal past. These people I love could only live in this part and past of mine. But they must also be in my..in me, in my mind so they will never be left alone even in case I might have to depart to somewhere far.  

They are part of me before them being a past tense of mine.

Sitting in my place over my blog, I sense this approach: to draw conclusions and..I raise my head and look into myself. I feel grateful for anything and even if, by the end of a couple of weeks this Trieste of mine could be gone forever I must allow myself a smile and genuine enthusiasm.

Writing stories and notes will be useful to remember it all, because I impress  now forever the widest array of feelings, it allows me to distance myself from feeling blue for saying goodbye, I’ll be happy to encounter new people, come across solutions and combinations I’d never thought of, so different from me. I send this confident belief into the net.  So I wish you well, dear net.