run

When getting to me sad, simply decide to leave. I don't know why, do not know where to end. I just am going to fight with fear. With fear for their lives. And where better to overcome fear and not on the road? On the go looking for each other. Once it seems to me that suddenly I found I get lost again. And so on. And now I'm just not ready for life in Poland and not because they work harder for the money. Harder to smile. I just dont feel like home. Here I feel very, very alienated. Though not of this world. The head and heart stretcher many faces that I met in my journey. That's right ... I treat life as a journey into the unknown. If i sit in the place feels nothing. I only have their travel and nothing more. Or rather more positive. I have until my travels. Of course, I can sit in the place and like a few million people in this world to fight the system. Try to survive, earn less or more money. Fight and fight. Only that I didnt feel like life burdensome, and life in silence. Almost every day I repeat myself one question: What do you want? And as ever, I can not answer this question. Somehow I do not particularly care about this seriously, because next to me is a million people with a similar problem. And when I ask people about the dreams of almost ninety percent responsible for his own house, family, work, and as many, or so much.Ah tak jeszcze pieniądze są istotną sprawą. A co jest dla mnie istotne? Tylko prawda.Ah yes the money is still an important point. And what is important for me? Only true. The truth about the people of the world. And no fear, who will introduce me to the grave, or the fuck. Or, will eventually lead to happiness. The choice is. Always.

circle

sometimes you get lost
to find ourselves again
and again you have to lose
another to find ourselves
a better one.