I am walking toward, no direction.

I close my eyes.
Thinking about my future.
Illusion, rhythms and fantasy.
Yeah, that's always great to imagine.

However when I reopen my eyes,
my visions are blurred.

I feel like screaming my lungs out but the world is not willing to hear it.

I wrap my hands around my knees, buried my head in between and started worrying my future.
Then I stand up,
walking toward with no direction.


Sick, I am so sick.