Everytime I read
or watch about someone’s life discovering stories, I always have a moment of
silence and think about mine. What the fuck am I doing here and what is life
questions then smashed me over and over again. I thought about escaping from
this shits I’ve been doing in college too sometimes. Beach camp, off to
somewhere far, find a good place to read and think. Alone. Sky-gazing.
Wondering. Lost?
But you know,
those things are easier to be said than done. Afraid, doubt?
I don't know. Maybe if someday
I’m gone for a while, you know I’m somewhere.
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