My sky is paradise.
Feeling like flying, jumpin in clouds, wishing to go to any place where you can be alone. Colors, shapes, skylines. Appreciating how lovely and perfect life is. Whispering to the woods how alone i sometimes feel, imagining being someone else and also sometimes wishing to not exist.. Feeling this way for five minutes... Reality again. Getting into my head more and more making myself lose control. I'm that only one who can fly, live and feel. All I want is peace. Me at my sky, my paradise. Just me. Alone.