i want to leave on a jet plane.
go to an island where there is no stress.
to build my own house with wooden planks,
or if i’m too lazy,
i shall go find a cave,
or i can go dig my grave somewhere,
and die on that beautiful island.
i want to leave now.
i dont want to keep forcing all my thoughts out of my head.
i need to think things through.
i hate leaving things to a later time.
so much is going through inside my head.
i hope i can maintain that force for abit more time.
i wish i can leave now.
on that jet plane,
to a place i can call home.
island of light?(:
