my world is different

a long time ago I realized that I was different and my world was different … but only now I realized how different it is ….
almost 10 years in the boarding house, and again everything is not going in the direction when I would like to throw everything here in Lithuania and embark on my journey, a lifetime and more

I know that after a pandemic the whole world will no longer be what it was and my world is no longer mine.
I am a wanderer and I lack air again when I am isolated and I can’t get on my way …. when the whole world goes crazy but I don’t want that …..

maybe I’m a stupid dreamer, but I still believe in the goodness of the world, I still believe that not everything is lost yet and a clear morning will dawn after a nightmare night

Vivaldi