i want out.

my island, my own pace, my time, my freedom, my nightsky, my shining stars, my air, my seabreeze, my blue sky, my place, my transport, my fresh seafood, my delicacies; a little world of mine.

i want all of that by 50 and i want to share it with you.

i don't want to be trapped in this callous, frivolous, ... place.

one day, i'll leave. i don't want a customary, everyday life/way of living. because it's happening to everyone around you. look around you, what's the difference?

i'll do something different, drastically before my time is up. i know it.