you know,
sometimes i think that i'd be happy spending my days some place where there's nothing else but me and the sky and its elements.
oh yea, and food. and maybe some music.
nobody around to bother me, annoy me, obligate me.
no pressure; no future, no past.
just me and the present.
just me, looking at the sky and daydreaming.
just me with the clouds, the stars, or moon, depending on the time of day.

just me and my dreams.

but of course that's not possible.
unless i grow up, become rich, become a recluse in a mongolian grassland who has food automatically sent everyday.

that could happen.
but till then,
i'll have to steal little moments to look at the sky.