Lost in this abyss of life, but yet, I can clearly see my path. My path is one of wandering, dreaming and dancing in the thunderstorms. To some, my plan seems like "lost", it seems completely mad, but, really, it's not. Some of us were just born to lay in bed and contemplate life for a few days, staring at the walls and creating a new world in our heads. Some of us were just meant to wander aimlessly down the streets, observing the people meandering by. Yes, indeed, many of us don't live in today's mold. It's true ... some of us just wander, lost in the clouds and crying, simply because it's an expression.
We walk tall, we are comfortable with who we've become: inside and out. Somedays I am scared of this person, after all, dreaming can be so dangerous, but then I remember how dull life was before. Lost. I am in lost in a world of perfection, but I really don't mind, in fact, I enjoy it. Your world is so medicore, so same old same old and I don't want that to become my world. I want adventures, even if some of them only come from my writings, my books, my day dreams. I want to see the faces of people who have been worn, the faces of people who know no boundaries. I enjoy wandering around aimlessly, for it is much more exciting.
