I wasnt too happy about my work, I just didnt know, what to write. It seemed like I didnt had any thought in my head: maybe! There´s so much, that I didnt knew, where to start. Still dont, but... I know that I cant fool you: Need to write from my heart. And..need to listen my heart more. My FEELINGS.
Now, the hard part: listening....what my heart says..
As I drink my coffee, listening music...my mind wonders. I see a picture about New York, all the city lights. My heart desires to go wild out there, just one more night.
I know, my home is here and I´m all good living in nature. Still, that one part of me is wanting to dance. Night time is my world.
I will always come home.
Hidden so fully, being too serious..I have done that to me. Everybody has their own things, how to handle things, being a adult. I´m not too good in that. There´s part of me, that will never grow up...in my mind. I wont let it...I need to hold on to that, my craziness. That instinct makes who I am, gives that spice of wildness....
I need to rise above me, to find me again.
I hate to be afraid.
About things, that are not happen yet. What if....I hate that. I havent been like this always, and I surely dont like it. I hate that line: what if? If I always ask it, I never be free. Never.
What if? So what....nobody knows... Need to set free from my fears. Holding me back too much...