Why is it with just one glance at this picture and I feel powerless. I feel all these realizations about myself and they just come flooding to my brain almost causing it to overload. It's almost as if with looking at this simple picture of scenery it's like a looking glass but into my life. The different colours repersent everything I have gone through and just every little line, and detail about it is just a little part of my life. Some are yet to come. Oh, I am well aware how stupid or crazy this sounds but I think we all reach a point in our life where we just want to...break out. Maybe this is mine? I feel the need to move around all the time, I try and change my perception on things hoping things might change, but will they ever? Am I altering my perception or just my imagination? Sometimes I wish I could break out of this town and go hide out somewhere where no one would find me, where I could be alone with my thoughts and my paper. I think we all need a little bit of space in our life? I know I sure need mine. But secluding ourselves from reality doesn't hide the fact that we still live in it, it doesn't even prolonge it, as we will always live in reality, I think it's just whether or not we choose to except it.


I think I need a holiday from real, where I could waste my weeks beneath the sun and write to my friends and tell them 'it's so much fun, out here'


When it's all over, I'll come back for another year.