Warm and cheerful, but not hot. Full of joy, excitment, discoveries, fresh breeze, lights. Pleasurable tastes; no embarassment.
Life's just a mixture of different feelings. What we do is run after them trying to get a glimpse of what our fathers told us when we were little ones, and those are the result of what they heard in a time when they were but little beings. Whatsoever, being big is not an easy task. It requires hateful words and here I limit myself to cite only one of them: responsability. Towards beloved people and also (yet not less important) hated ones. Althoug this might surprise some this is something I feel inside. I guess it makes me human, despite of the ugliness I don't see in it.
Now life's become a mass and my tendency is trying to see it with good eyes. What is there after the horizon? Is it ever coming a time when we'll have a completely different scenary in front of us? Me? My greatest job sometimes makes me get weary to death. Shall I quit Pretending? No, I shan't. After all, this is what I was born for... or have I misundertood it?