I’m a
dreamer. I usually lose my time thinking in my future, drawing the places I’ll know;
writing poems about places don’t exist.
I don’t
want to stay here forever. I want to travel. I want to walk, to feel the entire
world. I want to go and never come back.
There is
not an important impulse behind that, I don’t mind to save the world or something
like that. I want to travel for invent myself without the society pressure. I
want to make mine owns values and depends on nature, the only real divinity.
Disappoint
life gave me my dream. When I lost my hopes I try to understand my empty
spirit. I began reading optimistic books, but I did not believe it. There was
not an answer; the sun will never light up my sight.
I’m obsessed
with that idea. All that I am, all that I do there are not meaning here. Perusing
my dream and make it truth will be my happiness and also, my death.
you are so deep! when i was younger i was very spiritual and pensive but that tired me... today i do more things and think less
ReplyDeleteCamila sometimes i think just like you but sometimes i apreciate the little things that life gives us :)
ReplyDeleteAlways deep but also simple
Fran, I think we were all there and evolved the same way :(
ReplyDeleteI really like the delicacy of your language Camila.Fictional or not, nice post:)