Broken Windows.

Maybe we are all trapped in our own world, our own minds. But maybe being trapped is better than being free.
Being free means you have to look after yourself, to run and to hide, to stay free.

But being free is the dream. The dream i scout for, search for, long for and no matter what, i will achieve. One way or another.

It will not only be my thoughts or mind that are free, but myself too.

Blood, bone and skin. Pen, ink and paper.
Real or not real.

My dream will be reality