Clouds and sky.

Looking at the huge sky, I realize that the only one thing that actually matters is just the life. I don't think other people is wrong, but perhaps they're confused. And what if I don't want to stop it? And what if I just want to keep going? What about that, huh? Nothing. Sometimes people change: they grow up, they become in people who works, who breathes, who do something for live. I wanna do something with my life and go away. Far, too far. Where nobody can find me.