the air near my fingers.

I´ve been knitting myself some new paterns of reality, some of them include being far away with a country song and lots of kids runing around.

Life where it begins in my hometown does not include exitement, probably because I make excuses, or maybe because I´m slightly depressed.

Having to make non important choices,turning twenty and overproducing hormones give the right to say that my life right now as it is, reminds me of some Camus inspired novel where the leading caracter ends up killing someone unwillingly.

Something will change my mind, right now I´m throwing the dice, and luck does not seem to be with me.