What about just sit on the street with a cappuccino from Starbucks and watch the people stalking the parisan pavés. Look up to their face and ask " Where does the world go ?"
It feels like everything I say is a lie.
Maybe I should just go and live for real instead of sitting stupidly in front of a computer, talking about life and non-sense of it, tough I don't even experience the most of all. It makes me sad to say I'm sad. I realize that nothing is more important and means than art, friendship, freedom, laughs and happiness.
Should I apologize for being who I am ? And hello unknow world, bybye words ?
I don't really believe it's how it should work. It's more like everyhing should be on your life like a special ingredient, making a secret formula for hapiness. But sometimes I'm overwhelmed with a hopeless voice in my head stlaking my flow of thoughts and killing them, trying to sharp my mind in a silly way, wanting me to be sad and alone, in another world where happiness is forbidden because it doesn't make sense.