You will absolutely think me very old weird soul, no doubt, I am weird, five hundred years old soul, for living so many years. I must have had real good dreams, so long time with old lampshades, upon a light night, feeling a little bit timeless, though. I have never been well enough to make the life go on as it must be, usually living the mornings as a night owl, with dilemmas being far way early in life. Did I tell you I am addicted to classic cars? I am! Mostly, I feel like an old car which sometimes waiting for being repaired in dust, sometimes driven away with high speed despite the heaviness of the time and radar of the usual life. Dilemmas and classic cars… To be an abondened classic car or very valuable driven fast car on highways…I am both stopped long years and continuing long years… I have always felt like a classic car… I take me driving away to more years…
