somewhere deep down, i want to wake up early every morning and thank the almighty for giving my day meaning. i want to look out the window and see a breathtaking view of my dream city, go for walks and take photos, worry and think about nothing; breathe freely. adored escapism.
just resting from your own head by switching off thoughts isn't enough – i want to crawl out of my body and be a real ghost for a while, watching everyone without getting involved in my own problems
you are like an angel; nothing can touch you. or like an evil spirit: everyone fears it, yet no one has seen it. and if anyone has, they are either lying or already driven mad.
everything i touch turns to ice. living with black-and-white thinking, i didn't notice how the world truly faded into shades of gray, leaving nothing bright in my eyes and stealing the joy from everything colorful
