Stuck in the clouds
I am the one to blame (or at least half the blame it's mine) my dreams don't come true, and probably most of them never will and that's what is killing me the most, it's eating away.
I guess my depression inspires me to write this kind of articles, sad music, sad rhythms bring me peace and say "it's ok, ... it's ok".
This world it's not mine, not even a piece of it, it doesn't belong to me as well as I don't belong to it. And yet I am stuck in it, I wanna leave but the world won't let me go ...
It's like I am the main character in a sad movie that never ends ...
We all want the things we can't have ... and yet some of us don't appreciate what they have whilst others have nothing but their souls.
If you the chance to give meaning to someone's life, do it !
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