strings.

i would like to be Sal Paradise and run away from this awful life of people judging, assuming and insisting that life must be played out only by a certain set of rules and expectation.

I would like to run away from my boundaries, not out of cowardice, but out of the need to know more, to be free, to learn about the world, about people, about life and death and whatevere else!
i want to sink my teeth into the depths of music and literature. i want to be with men and women, feel each nook of a hundred human bodies, analyse their futures, visit their pasts, heal them, hurt them. it would be dreamy to dicover pastures to lie in, different ceilings to look up at.

i'd like to leave this material life behind and live day to day, never stopping, constantly moving, chnaging, growing in any direction.

i know i'll find the peace im looking for if i follow my dream and not my ambition.

am i strong enough to be Sal Paradise,
or will i clandestinely keep dreaming and stay put in my limited body.