I wanna run away, go out the world, just lay in the universe, maybe then I would understand the concept of simple and marvellous. I am not regretting anything, but I am not fulfilled either, I am too hard to myself? is saying this putting a excuse for not asking more of me? maybe. uncertainity. Why cant u measure all the things? I hate the subjective, but it overflows at times the objective. Live in a square, or live free as the wind, happiness, utopia...endless searching, but then u realize u r just happy about all that u had. Human way of being, so confusing, so unique yet so common, wise words of a friend " it is so hard to be simple" . What should I do, I felt down, I must get up, is ther eanother way? no, because at the end, i will always, always do wht I want to do. Words are wise, here I go, I just answered my own tragedy.
