“Raise your words not your voice, it is the rain that makes flowers grow not thunder” by rumi
This pain is a real, this feeling made me into madness, into nowhere …
Trying to avoid my fears, my worries but I cannot pretend being normal, not any longer.
These voices distract me, makes me feel crazy…

You know what are the best plans? The unplanned ones …so enjoy your being and always remember happiness is a choice, And the starts shine only in darkness…

Go and tell them that i want to see the blue sky
tell them that i dont want to dream with eyes closed
tell them that i want to dance, to listen to the music
tell them that i dont want to walk in straight road with curved back
tell them that we connot replace prison by prison
tell them that i had 26 yo and i just wanted to know how to love..

Quit, quit please ! I cannot deal with my thoughts I cannot decide which one is really mine …
Thoughts whisper to me, telling me about everything around me.
I wish if I only could not observe people, their actions, their everything …
I miss the child inside of me, that child who believing in everything and knowing nothing at all