I can hear the wishper inside of me
I miss lots of things, things i used to have and things i never had.
I miss lots of people, the ones i uesd to hear, the ones whom listen to me.
I feel lonely in this big road called life, sometimes i am lost, sometimes I feel strong, I am confused, I am hopeless, I want to go, I want to sit and wait, I want to try, I want to write but I cant find the corner of my thoughts, I cant find the goldem box where I used to hide me.
Maybe I have became a oyster with such hard shell.
I dont want to be like those cold people who get locked in the shell afraid of seeing the world, only complaining about the world, and their boring lifes, but sometimes i find myself lied in the sofa stucked in the thousand thoughts that goes up and down in my head, plans, wishes and dreams and i am still there, lied like I was dead.