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Time Stands Still (At The Iron Hill)

The time seems to stand still, so I quote the Blind Guardian in the title, at a time which suits me fine wearing a lot of music, so much anger, despair, fatigue, desire to do, but what then?
I happen to think these days some people who have crossed my course, some old member of my crew changing and haggard, and between departments, abandonment, separation and friendly mutiny on these bridges has gone very many people, for a few for several months or years. For some time now I sail alone, but the experience allows me to get along fairly well. However, it is sometimes difficult in the long sleepless nights spent staring at the ceiling, trying to deceive the mind that does not want to fall asleep, loneliness pounding and demands its tribute of sorrow. At other times
However, I find myself looking around, watching people, and do not understand .... what have I to do with them?
For any of my life I find people who share this or that, but very few are what I consider sensible, those with whom I can have a relationship to a decent minimum. There I talk about perfect people or very similar to me, anything, but they are people who use the brain, before anything else, and know how to listen to the heart. They still believe in dreams, no matter if you seem far away, and are people who have any regrets that jealously guard, aware that no going back, but it is wrong to forget. Of mistakes I have made, some more and some less, but does not hide or bask in them, admit them and deals with them, and if possible, we remedied. These people are not perfect, and not always pleasant, because they are still human beings, and many factors influence us every day, but the basis of these people does not change, maybe today will be intractable, but tomorrow will be back in their ranks, who knows, maybe with some guilt. These are the people who try, and I can not find, become so alien a rarity, their research seems increasingly futile, and proliferate the hypocrites, liars, people arid, empty ones, useless boxes of meat that are scrambling to be gear bigger than a system that feeds on itself. That sucks, I assure you that I feel in my big flaw best of them, yet for someone I feel guilty to feel similar feelings, arrogance? maybe, but I prefer truth to lies, hypocrisy prefer honesty, doing good to prefer the cynicism. If you're like me are happy, but know that they are winning.