Hide Your Tears Cos We're in Heaven.

BAD dreams haunting [me] at night. Coming true the very day after. Liquid, tranquil music calming [me] during the day. It's time to go. Time to move on. Why, should I ask, provided everything on this hemisphere suppresses one from spreading the wings? Work, work till u die. Die for corpo. Not of choice even. What about the wilderness, what about the natural inclinations?

I was travelling numb and petrified. I did not know what I was doing was a decision made under rational premises. I did not know whether it was made under emotional reasons either. Just like I said - numb. Looking through the window, not knowing whether what I do was right or maybe less than that. A longing to home town. Longing to that sunny, serene May week spent at home. Homesickness, you might call it. The fact that I have left what I love behind me and rushed to something what I merely like but have to do as a duty left me with no positive feelings or thoughts. A certain crossroads I have found myself on. Its kind being ironic and merciless.