The feelings have matured, my mind has matured. In the passing of time I see a certain sadness and bit of regret. Dreaming of the forbiden fruit. Dreaming of something that once I could live and now I can't even live. Life is suferring with a sour taste of hapiness. The time is relative. Everything diferent from science is not a fact it is a relativaty. All the momments. All the outcomes. All lead to the same mistery. We are choises. In other worlds similar to ours you and me are still a thing. A beautiful thing.