To express what you don't even know yourself, if the acquired language will allow for such contribution, or if it just puts together words to feelings that don't accept expression. Maybe the material things of life will bring some kind of connection and satisfaction to what is inside, but I doubt it heavily.

The air is fresh here, what a change, what a pleasant experience. Don't let my existence ruin the moment of departure. Please, leave as you came, although I don't recall the happening. Don't let my glance change your perception, my standing body and pose, and your feelings towards it. Please, it doesn't matter anyway.

Everyone has been bullshitting me. I thought about telling the truth myself, but after last night I know I'm alone, and there's no escape from falling, no matter how much you want it, or how good your intentions might be. It's not up to you how the world works, it just does.

The day is nice outside. It hasn't felt so nice since I've been in a house like now. She just wants to be alone, and as for me, I don't ask for much. The calm of the house brings warmth not just to the skin. I have thoughts to ponder. I have a landscape to observe, and no direction to put forth as a traveling person, but my own difficulties to overcome as a fearing child. There's too many thoughts right now to respect them at all. To respect me in what I say, it is nothing