i have to get away from here. it needs to be done.

i have to leave this place i call home, these people i love.

staying here is killing me. i die

if i remain..

i will slowly sofocate in the colm, known of this place.

i need to have anew road stretched out before me.

i need the open universe of the night sky layed out as a map above me.

a billion stars have to burn and i need to feel fireflies fluttereing by my opensoul

it would be suicide if i stay

this city with its capturing walls and blank stares will be the death of me.

i have to get out of this glass jar.

i need fresh air.