sometimes i feel all i see is just a canvas. people. places. rooms. animals. trees. i feel i can tear off the scene and finally get in touch with the reality beyond it.

this world is too complicated for me.

i am a prisoner

of

the language i use.

all the things i want.

all the things i buy.

all the dreams that i dream but don't dare to make them come true.

i am a prisoner

of

myself.

need a breakthrough.

any leads?

it doesn't matter

if you travel there

or

here

or

far away...

if you travel with the same baggage...

well,

as i said.

it doesn't matter.

recycle my life please.

i am between

the editing

the writing

the casting

the cooking

the smiling

the crying

the running away

the staying

(...)

between

to be

or

not to be

bipolar.

waste.

desireofplayingbasketball.

needtochange.

stillalive.

needtodie.

summary of a day.