Fremtidens drømme?

Oktober 2012

I keep being asked, what I want with my life, where do I want to end, what do I want to be, who do I want to be, and how do I plan to get there. Everytime I reply that I have no idea, they look at me like I have just done something stupid and something I need to do better, and they tell me to think about it and talk about it later. Fact is, they haven't seen the things I have seen, haven't heard the things I have, never smelled the things I did, never felt the way I did. They all say they have dark times too, but they don't realize it's not the same.