Are feelings really in the heart. and what do we do without a voice.
it's so silly how people really try. how they live pretentious lives, hiding everything that makes them who they truly are. because those things are eccentric, or wrong, shameful or something like it. nerdy. why are people so afraid to be themselves. why are people afraid to live. i don't feel now but i know i will feel when it's gone.
fear. i love it. it's interesting how it makes the heart beat faster. but we love safe fears. not the real ones. what do you fear?
how many fear themselves, their own minds?
sleep and dreams. dreams of war and enemies three nights in a row now. spend the days in good friends' company, the nights with my enemies. ironic isn't it.
and i still can't tell between dream and reality. what i can tell is that i need a change of air. i wanna go abroad again. take me away?
simple, is anything simple. no?
what a hell of a storm, sometimes i can't think.
What if I
Felt like I belong
I might not be leaving so soon
