I want to go somewhere far from the rambling sound of the trains and buses in the city; Somewhere far from being seen by people who constantly mind those who they come across with in a fast paced hour frowning in a scorching heat of the sun; A place where I can scream, and dance, and sing, and run, and play, and be mean, and be lazy, and be ugly, and be shabby, and be greedy, and laugh, and breathe until my lungs explode with so much happiness.
Somewhere far from people who stay because I'm this and I'm that; who leave because I'm like this and I'm like that. And I wish for that sanatorium to come and welcome me with its gifts of couch in the forest where trees will hide me, and bushes will lure me, flowers will hypnotize me, and trails will maraud me 'till I vanish out of sight to a wonderful world I will build with castles made of gold, and silver, and ice, and diamonds; And I will sleep; Sleep as long as I could with the warm breeze sweeping my face on a bed made of jasmine. And I will shut my eyes... and there'll be nothing but darkness, and blankness, but gladness.
