A man is nothing without dreams. A man is called idiot while he dreams. Whatever he does, he’ll be judged and thrown away from the circle of clowns. And yet he needs acceptance and security from sick society, which is discriminatory far too often. But a man is blinded by other people opinions. He wants to fly and they say, “You moron, you can’t do that, it’s forbidden, it’s stupid.” And a man gives up on his dreams.

I know that the future seems hard and scary, but it will get better, I promise. It’s time for you to move on. Get going.

All these bad experiences that we go through, they don’t just disappear. We carry them our whole life trying to forget, escaping in habits, addictions, hate, toxic relationships. But what we don’t know is that by doing so we let them stay alive. We water them like withered flowers and we hang onto them to justify our mistakes and failures.

Sometimes you’re trying so hard to get your life together and still it’s not enough, everything is falling apart. What to do, you’re asking. Just keep going through hell for yourself, not for everyone else. Richer with that wisdom, I will build my happiness from nothing. I will rise from the dust. And I will do it on my own. I will live for myself and I won’t look at the others.

Illusion" A man wants to be freeflying in the emptiness of the universeHe thinks he means somethingin the endlessness of natureA man wakes upbeing only a dust

Maybe people like us can’t be happy. Maybe we’re too damaged and the only thing we can do is to learn how to hate ourselves a little less.

What's the point of wandering?to find a better place?a home?But the loneliness will always capture mein its clawsof no tomorrow

Sometimes you're trying so hard to get your life together and still it's not enough, everything is falling apart. What to do, you're asking. Just keep going through hell for yourself, not for everyone else. Richer with that wisdom, I will build my happiness from nothing. I will rise from the dust. And I will do it on my own. I will live for myself and I won’t look at the others.

I know that the future seems hard and scary, but it will get better, I promise. It's time for you to move on. Get going.

Gloomy roomimmersed in a scentof modern cowardsfilled withshapeless creaturessitting in silencebecause they havenothing to sayFake plastic faceswith a grimaceof disappointmentpainted on themAre we stuck on holdexpecting our turnin a waiting roomof so-calledlost generation?