Somewhere in the corner of my heart, hides a craving for a key.
A key that opens the door of a car, big enough to make me worry about parking.
It is like a parasite that feeds on my thoughts. With every passing day, it grows stronger.
It worries me.
But, I hope that time flies like the pages of my calendar and I realize the dream with a degree of gratification that justifies the craving.
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