There’s a glass between me and the open sea.
I find myself standing, holding on- the wind is to strong.
My thoughts banging from left to right but actually I’m just standing here drinking enjoying the night
If I could open up the glass to let go of my thoughts in a wood
I Would … If I Could.
Breathtaking moments are waiting ahead but before I even dream about it, I bury them and hold back…
The windbreaker between me and reality,
The wall between pretend and who i wanna be.
I can see what is waiting ahead,
Every other second
I just follow a routine, ignoring it and I do believe that it’s not that bad
Anyway, I know that Someday
I will take away the windbreaker,
And be ready to take off…not fall off
Until then I just enjoy the wind ruining my hair..
Well to be honest “I just don’t care”
by Tree Soul, Oct 15th