questions, questions (I)

who are you, after all? so many questions. so little answers. would like to ask them all to you. or rather, i'd like you to answer to each one of them without me asking. i would like you to tell me what was your favourite colour just because you were seeing in on that perfect rainbow drawn in the cloudy sky. your favourite song because it was aired on the radio in that moment, and you were suddenly quiet to listen to it (it gets me every time, you'd say, "no matter how many times i hear it"). your favourite movie, because something got that particular image back into your mind. your wildest dream, for no reason. your life's dream, for the sake of it. your impossible dream, because sometimes the impossible becomes possible, as long as we want it.