doomed

How long can we survive this? It's really helpless the fact that where we firstly sprout, that's where we'll ever be complete. And it really annoys me. I am born to be a bird not a fucking plant. I don't know if I will ever be able to be anything else than a bird. I am a bird with its roots rotten, in a place I can never go back to. Damned in memories I got myself to forget. I don't want to go back I don't want to go back I don't want to go back I don't want to go back I don't want to go back I don't want to go back