want to go so far, far away.

I'd like to spend nights at dirty, cheap motels, I'd try to make drivers stop on the motorways, have them offer me a ride, listening to their stories, not even trying to analyze their personalities, or finding a way how to help them - simply for the enjoyment of listening to something new, something wonderful or terrible.

I want surprising joy, I want endless loneliness. Then changing this loneliness for the company of nameless, unknown people and again being alone, but not thinking about past, present, or anything.

I want to get shameless and then finding my own way, getting to know what I should do in my life; then I want everything to get chaotic and incredible, knowing that I'm the only one who could solve any problems, finding the way to some surrealistic light.

... then I want to come home and pick up the old life's rhythm again; which I can calculate better than any fortune teller, since I am affinitate enough to know what will happen next, and the negative events can never surprise me.