And I don’t mean that negatively.
Time has a funny taste.
A happy drift.
Words can betray their meaning.
Words have their own meaning to you, to me.
A wish of luck, is a wish of happiness. To you.
A wish of luck, is believing. Me in you.
Those who don’t think, miss the meaning.
Those who don’t feel, miss everything.
And to those who miss, all of this is madness.