not once do I remember that I stopped dreaming.
I can never sit still, I'm always on the go.
My heart urges me to see the world, to listen to music and to once stop listening to the voices around me.
Last years summer lays heavy on my heart, traveling is the best cure for my soul.
no restrictions, the daily routine drives me insane and paralyzes me.
Alabama-Thailand-Israel, I want more, I want India-Africa-Serbia and not just Berlin everyday.
I start to believe that I'm not made for this work, sleep,work, sleep, die order.
Freedom is what my heart wants and everywhere I look are people that I have to satisfy, people that watch me, fulfilling a set standard kills a wild heart and I don't believe we should have to live by it.
Where are the adventures?
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