Escape...

...I desperetely NEED vacations!
Long, silly, nothing-to-do-all-day, vacations.
Next to the beach...
Want to sleep in the sand with the crabs and seastars...
with icecreams and smoothies during the day, a souvlaki for lunch, and beers and xes ...hehehe... at night!
And not having to worry about money or where to find them... not worrying about tommorow and obligations, and debts and credit cards and lost loves, and lost moments, and wrong decisions, and fatal mistakes, and aggressive behaviour, and lonelyness -or is it isolation?-, and narrowminded therapists and, and, and ...

I want my life back...I lost my moments. Or they might have not been enought. I want to find my feathers, and nail them in my back, so I wont loose them again... and then I want to fly... like ..back then in 21... and not choose to find love, but choosing to find that fu#$%ng thunder, show the best of my fingers and die at last...