Prologue.

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Monotony, maybe this is the right word to describe my life in this moment.
Grey is for sure the color that I see everywhere in my life.
Undefined shapes, lots of noise, boring people and buildings clouded by London's fog are all I can see while I walk in the streets of my city.

No programs since when I lost the only certainty that I thought I had.
Take one's chances right a way is what I did three years ago when I came in this city trying not to lose him but then I lost him anyway.

I've never had any ideas on my future, I've never known what I wanted to do in my life, I've never had any purpose and I always knew that I'm never enough for anything.

The best thing that happened here is surely meeting Zayn, my best friend.
I met him before Tyler went away again without me and Zayn were always here for me when I didn't feel good because of him, he always helped me a lot.
I don't even know when Zayn became important in my life, maybe since the first time I saw him at that party when Tyler introduced him to me, or maybe when the next morning we had breakfast together in my flat or maybe the other days when it happened again.

I love writing, I'm not good at talking about my feelings and maybe that's why people always go away from me.
I love making pics, I love capturing moments that seem to be forever when in reality they are not, maybe I'm only good at doing this with words and pics.
Maybe one day I will find my direction or maybe this is my direction, I don't know it yet, I've never been sure of anything in my life.

The only thing that I know is that everyone needs a paper airplane that teaches us how to fly, how to steer our lives without letting us fall apart and the truth is that we should hold on with those who could make us fly.

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⏰ Last updated: Feb 16, 2016 ⏰

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