Although I sit at home every night. staring into the cloudy sky. trying to catch a glimpse onto the stars. so far away. trying to think. and trying to find out why i am so hollow and empty inside. why this happens again. to me…
On the other hand: I never felt this funny and light – or carefree – but sarcastic. Always with a bitter tone. This might be because of where I work and my background being the opposite of where I work now. But never mind.
This kind of controverse is giving me new impulses and enhances my life in a way I’ve never experienced in the last coupl eof years. Maybe I was dead already.
This reminds me of “American Beauty”, a film I like very much. Hopefully I will not end the same way.