I am already 30 and almost done, today I celebrate my birthday with a a couple of my dreams : one for the fun , and the other for the pain, I did have some happiness in the meanwhile, I did feel sometimes as my life was a total waste but between this and that I still have a pulse, a sign of a deep life…
Being 30 makes all the difference of the heart and moon, you’re no more young, you can’t hold on jumping ,… you are a damn adult, you have to have or inquire responsibilities and as a single I have to claim for a stable home, get a wife and make up some children have a cat, a dish, saying good morning to the neighbors, you know the set that makes you a honorable citizen …
I feel a little pressure inside, a biter taste of my clouds flying upon my sky, I haven’t been the one I’ve been planning between primary school summer holidays, nor the cool guy I should be for my family, I was always a little bastard a cruel selfish and a big liar …
My only and least hope is break up with all that rubbish and try to set up something worth living for, a ship that reach some shore in safety.