Turbulence

My restless soul, Restless day and sleepless night always fighting with all your heart and soul so as not to fail at living, just ignore everything came to destroy the night, I suppose even when i was growing up, i noticed i was happy to see the pink sky and the morning glory. I was absorbed in something, lost in the moment and forgot the time, whether was conversation, smile, or just passing by, like drug itself, that was my definition of happiness and i was least happy when i was all over the place. A man does not die of heartless or his liver or even of old age he dies of being a man. I am not addicted to alcohol or drug, i’m addicted to escaping reality of my own. This life depend on the noise outside of me, My heart has sought a thing i cannot name distracted and restless me,