When I go outside I used to think. I often thought about where I was going, who will be there, what I will do, what I messed up, what I had forgotten, what I can’t remember… whatsoever. It doesn’t leave my mind that easily.
When I go outside I got used to forget to think. I listen. I see. I greet. I smile. I smile back. I sometimes sing. I sometimes dance. I sometimes jump. I sometimes run… whatsoever. I don't mind dreaming that easily.