Haven't thought about life for a while, even less about mine.
Did I see through it?
Was I too worried about the future that I left the present into the tide, so I can never recover it?
Did I thought about the consecuences of staying out of my own life? Not getting anything beacuse I don't really need to, and I can only do what I need to.
Am I condeemed to stay looking for someone different each time? Can't I just take someone who has already been in my life without worrying about the things I did or I didn't do. Just trying to forget the things that made me leave.
The confusion, the parts being disperssed into a sea of thoughts.
Who is the really one I want? I don't know, I don't even want to know.
I wonder if after all this time, things can still change. But, well, even if things change, there's nothing much to keep after I go.
Is this whole thing of going to another country just a call to my self to get mature?
Maybe. Maybe I pulled myself into this so I can cut my self off from the comfort circle. A whole new process.
It's time to begin a new life, isn't it?
I've got to make sacrifices, but they will worth it.
