I want to breathe, to be free and see through my window...
Breathe the air, cold, but at the same time warm: I feel it around me, like an unbreakable atmosphere.
My feelings are in the air, like birds in the springtime, but i'm not so glad like them...
I feel heavy and weak... Too many tasks were appointed to me. I can't controle them, I can't controle myself.
I'm just here sitting alone in the darkness...
I think about the meaning of life, I think about the real meaning of my life, but so much I also reflect, so much I ask myself, I can't find no answer.
I had not thought that it would have been so difficult .
How can people understand their meaning? They must have such a good window to life, they have to be so glad with themselves and with people around them...
I just can't get the situation, I don't understand my problem.
But i think the key, the real secret, is still to be quiet, to open your window and listen as much careful as possible to the voice that is talking to you...
