I always felt misplaced in this world. I would find myself staring at the endless sky, not worrying where I'm going, yet still not believing that I'm actually here. Sometimes I pretend I don't exist at all and just let the world do its thing as I close my eyes. As I close them I picture different people, in a different world, with different stories and in those stories I feel free. It may not make sense, but it's how I cope.