Why am I on this jurney, who bought me this on way ticket? Why am I blessed to live this life when I don´t take all of the opportunities I stumble up on?


Who am I to choose directions, who am I to choose the right trails? How can I know when to get off and how can I possible know where to get back on again?


I have not asked lto live this life and sometimes I feel more dead then alive. I find mysef living through others and constantly forgetting myself.


I feel like hiding in my closet while shouting as loud as I can. Screams of agony, screams of frustrationas and screams of sorrow. Focusing on the negativities.


I dream with eyes wide open and when I am a sleep I start to live. I feel like a walking dead, watching everybody live, breath and enjoying themselves.


I did´t used to be a troubled soul, always so sure on what to do. I think I lost myself somewhere and forgot to pick me back up again. I might seem fine on the outside but beneath my painted skin burns a ever growing darkness.


I am restless, doing things I should not do, opening closed doors. I am not who I want to be, but I´m not sure on who I want to be. I am not where I want to be, but I haven´t found my place to be just yet. I don´t feel like I want to feel, and for that Im sure.


So what to do on this jurney we call life? I don´t know! I don´t even know if I give a damn. I find myself feeling a bit pointless, what will people remember me for?


Who am I to generations next to come? A questionmark? A shadow? An echo traveling through mountains or a fish tangelling the net of a fisherman?


I have no answer
I do not know