Everything is so weird, one day you wake up and you know that something is different. Your room, your feelings, everything around you has something that you haven't noticed till then. Is this my life? Is it really this? I don't want these stuff, I don't want to be here. Every night I look at the stars and I know that this place is not the place that make me feel complete. I dream to be free..and fly away, in a place where there is no time, no words, no matter, no problems, nothing but completness.
I want to be free..but in the meantime I want to live here. Also if I think live here means that freedom has to be kept waiting. Tomorrow I'll look at my life in a different way..how could it be?