Everytime I wake up,

I question whether if I'm stuck in time or not. All my life I've wanted to go out and explore, not be isolated in this tiny place called home that I knew far too well.

I wanted to be in a place with a different timezone, a place with languages that I don't know. That's where I want to go.

I feel as if everyday remains the same and I'm slowly going insane. I want to run, too see, to feel a different kind of breeze.

Yet there's so many limitations and hindrance; Money, that's all I need, money that I don't have. It's so sad that something that's claimed to be insignificant for happiness could limit you from so many things.

The things that will make you happy, the things that will make you learn.

All because of one stupid limitation and all your dreams, crash

and burn.