A lot of times i just wish i would go to sleep and never wake up. My obsessions forcefully take over my mind, day after day, driving me to insanity.
Why am i here? What is my purpose? What should i be doing with my life? Why do i go through so much heartbreak? Should i be doing something right now? So many questions and so little answers.
I just want to travel. I want to see it all. I want to wander through the musty forest, i want to graze into a waterfall, i want that feeling when my heart skips a beat, telling me that i am alive and i am happy.
But what is holding me back? So many strings attatched. So many ropes and chains anchoring my soul to the homeland, as if im meant to stay there for some reason.
Or… maybe this is what i want. Maybe its what i need. To find the difference between passion and comfort…