You feel the end coming...
You don't know why but you do feel that your earth is about to die soon.
You don't feel like you're belong to this world and you wish you'll find another safe place to truely be yourself.
That's what happenned....
I'm thinking about getting to the point of no return and find another land where i'll be able to create things from nothing.
I have to pull the strings off, I have to attach them elsewhere.
Some details need to be closed.
A new blank page is about to be written on.
Don't ask me why, don't ask me when or where.