Who knows?

No one really notices what’s going on in your head unless you open up to someone or make them realize that something is wrong wanting them to start a conversation. You don’t want to harass people with your problems without the question- What’s wrong?  Looking back on my life untill now, I remember how my walk would look like and what has been going around in my head the whole time. It’s possible to walk the walk without anyone noticing that you are breaking down inside.  I feel like my brain has around billion little parts that still didn’t find a place to sit and stay. They are just wandering back and forth trying out different shapes so they can fit in a puzzle.  With that said, as a child you start questioning yourself what would it be like to read minds.  The mind of a child visualizes reading minds as a fun thing that could ease your life and save you the problems. How cool would it be if you could know every brilliant idea someone thinks of?  Of course I can’t le

There is 7 billion of us. Small little creatures looking up at the same sky and trying to catch the same star. Even as a pilot or a passenger on a plane, you can’t touch the clouds. There is a thin piece of glass separating you from something you are trying to reach your whole life. Every cloud is an unreachable dream of yours. So when I, as a child from a small country, get the opportunity to fly through the clouds on my way to New York fucking city I expect from myself a little more grateful and happier reaction since it’s a dream come true.  Why now? After all times a wished for a once in a lifetime chance to go there. You know before, I would die for a walk through the places that are in so many movies or a cigarette lit on the stairs of Carrie Bradshaw’s apartment on 64 Perry Street.  New York.       Manhattan.  Sex.  and the City.  Did you know that a cigarette lit after sex makes ten times more damage to your body than a regular cigarette lit just becaus