That kind
I am that kind of person who spends a lot of time escaping into an imaginary world. A world that i create myself alone in my head. Is it a better world where the wind takes me to freedom, covered with a sheet of love or an adventure of drunkenness and anger?
Is it a way to make myself a little more interesting or to escape from a reality that frightens me?
What's going on in my head is too fast. Every thought is ephemeral.









