I find myself wanting these things. Looking for them in the most pasive way you can imagine. There are wishes and dreams in me, but they seem to be stuck. I don't know why or how it happened, but I know it's necessary. Something tells me that when I come out of this small (I hope) stage wonderful things will happen. And maybe I'll even get my big wall, my space, and my inspiration.
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