The Plot Twist

Sometimes I forget where did I come from, because life is easier when you forget. And I swear I want to be those kind of people who book a flight and never look back, always thinking about it, always dreaming about it.  Exhilarated by the ideas, but never really on the agenda. For some people running away is not a luxury to choose, there are attachments, incapability, and fear. Of course you can always say we just don’t have enough guts to do so, and maybe it’s right. No, it’s right. We are the inbetweens, too broken to be a dreamer, because we know how unfair the world works, because the things we have pushed ourselves through. Too hurt to face the truth, holding up too many bruises to act like you have it all figured out. Like you are expected to be. Like how the world goes on days by days talking about the misfortunes to feel grateful about themselves.