Freedom

Every moment is the same for me. When you are not present, when you aren't with me I feel empty, I can't even cry, I can't even talk. But I would try to FLY. Is a dream I can follow, taking one baloon, two baloones, three baloones more, and try to sail away with my imaginary boat. Feel the wind on your shoulder, the clounds trying to reach you. The horizon near you and calculated like rice's grains, the minutes lefts.