Sometimes I wish I could run away from everything, not from anything really at all, unless you can count myself and everything I am afraid of, just like a fairy tale. I want to run to something, or in fact just have a something to run to in the first place. People who party, people who don't. People who love clothes as much as I do, who love orange juice and can drink it all the time without feeling sick. People who couldn't live without music and who will make everyone and anyone feel comfortable. People who likes living in hotels just for the fun of it. People who would do what they feel like doing and not for the sake of others. or just to getaway from everything at the moment. Empty hearts, empty thoughts.
A place where it's perfectly okay to sit all alone in the darkness thinking about nothing. or perhaps it's okay to write on the walls too. To write your lists, your words, your quotes, your thank you notes. to that somebody.
"Thank you for the pressie and the smiles. Misery loves company and it thanks you for your time."
Thoughs, just thoughts.
.....to be continued...
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