Sometimes I wish something....
Sometimes I wish I was born in another country...
Sometimes I wish I lived in another country... in another place... in another world...
Sometimes I wish I could be somebody else...

But all my wishes and all my dreams are so far away... I never can reach it.
They never become alive.

I know it.

If somebody came and said to me: "Come and live there." , I wouldn't hesitate. I would say: "yes".
And I would say goodbye to my previous life.


I'm selfish.
I would say goodbye to my life, to my family, my friends.
I'm selfish, because I want happiness.
I'm selfish, I can easily leave them alone.

But if this somehow came true, the thing I truly want, would become reality.


Those people, who truly know me, they know what I'm talking about.



But this will never be real.
My dreams, my wishes are like clouds. Weak clouds. The life is the stormy wind. It can easily blow them off and my clouds fade away...