This house is not my home, these four walls are nothing but a cage. This city is shallow and this country makes me feel trapped. This is not my home, in my own house, I'm a hostage, trapped within my own walls, and every Nightime scream to the stars about breaking free and traveling reckless with no strings and again and living no limits. I dream of New York City at 24m and Sydney at 4am and the sunrise in Greece when the clock hits 6, and i long to break free from this hell empty dream of road trips in dirty cars crashing trashed against old wooden headboards Liquor bootles in already Hotel rooms, and i dream of the endless Olive fields in Italy the lights in New York City dream of the white beaches in Monaco, the freedom in hungary and that's freedom . I don't need a place to call home crave drunk and I don't want to laugh and get want to remember best night of my life. I want to ride the train for hours in the middle of the night and destination with no money on my pocket . I want to run through my people until my cities with my favorite numb and my legs are on fire. I want to be alive. Feet are fully alive. Just once in my life.
Hi. My name is Tris,this is the beginning. The beginning of the heart breaking story that is my life.
