I want to have a break.
From the future,
from career,
from the anger,
from all this madness,
from this sadness--
from everything for a while.
For once, let me run away.
To a place where I won't have to think about anyone or what my future holds.
To a place I don't know anyone and
enjoy the company of myself.
I wanna laugh when the wind plays with my hair and there's dirt on my clothes.
I want to read sad novels in old cafés and
bake a chocolate cake in the evening.
I wanna get drunk just once in my life
and cry in some strangers arms
and just be glad to be alive.


© k. k.