Maybe it’s all an illusion. Maybe I’m not really in this house. Maybe I’m in paradise. Maybe this is all a dream, a long dream that I will wake up crying cause it’s over. Maybe I’m still sleeping on the road. Maybe I’m dying. This is all too good to be true. This is all going on too fast. Life’s train is running at the speed of light. I can’t stop this train. I can’t make it go my way. I feel so hopeless.
Should I have started this journey? Maybe I should have just stayed where I was in the beginning. Maybe I should have just stayed at that lonely point. Maybe...