Who Am I

It's about thoughts, about freedom.. It's about traveling, about vision..

An adrenaline junkie, looking for a pump.. Always up for a run, always up for fun..

It's about my thoughts, my travel diaries.. Controlled by my actions, my inner priories..

Dreams and fears, in different atmospheres... A pain so severe, when you're not here..

I'll always be around, she said to me... She wasn't there wen I needed her, it's still a dread to me...

Into the wild, an abrupt heaven... At times forsaken, at times forgiven.. 

So vivid, yet so clear... Sometimes smooth, at times a smear..

I know I dint care, I wish I was there… Now all I can do, is just stand and stare..