Wake up. You haven't sleep yet you crazy.
It hard to start
or to realize what is going on;
you just landed here -litteraly- you survive.
What the hell is going on. I. I've landed here, back here and I need to react because things are happening all around you and you're not getting anymore time (sorry i'm talking to my self, and to the first come if you read that, welcome to my cave). What, what you've done. What you've accomplished. Still here. Growing. Sometimes grooving into you. Into me. Improvising with what is coming. What a mess looking at it from here.
OK I know, you have no idea what I'm talking about because this is the painful colors of my inside-out-up-side-down life.
I just landed from my one year trip in New Zealand-Asia finally New-Zealand-California-Mexico-New-York trip. Approximatively 415 days abroad, 9960 hours, 597 600 minutes and a lots of secondes but it doesn't matter because it is way to approximative and would be a too big lie. Let's be true and let's begin.
Shall we?
All started a year ago, when I was way younger then what I am and really concern about my own futur. Bored of modern life, concern about normal regular average people and their routine -plus depressions-, black & white North of France and depressed about my grey past; I was. Raised in a family where justice is one of the true valor, if I wanted to intend to skip school that easily, I'll have to do it on my own because it is immature to take decisions on your own -when it's without the approval of your parents. Not really but it's the kind of way my parents used to convince me to use the average path of Life ("Anyone? Another slice?). My parents are cool but, i mean, we all have our issues. So I finally start being an adult and use the all power of my mind to act. Find a job, making money for 8 months in a bar restaurant (Working 25h per week, the hard part) and I -finally- bought the first significant proof of my undeniable proof of LIBERTY ("I'll take the whole cake, thanks). Few months later; new friends, old friends, few dramas, summer and love, I left everything behind: I flew on a Tuesday.
That was the most exciting day of my life. I was propelled in a flight to the other side of the world, like a tiny tiny tiny little nothing. In a small tin can. And I opened my eyes. In the sweet and fresh darkness of a new lovely atmosphere.
P.S: I feel like a young rebel teenager. Maybe I am. But there's more coming to determinate that.
Kki - All for tonight
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