With a bunch of scrambled words in my head, a mixture between memories, wishes and events, I wonder why they world don’t understand me. Wait, maybe is me right? Maybe I’ve always felt different, like I don’t belong anywhere because I still haven’t found my place in this planet? Why is that I keep waiting for that phone call or email that I don’t even know where is coming from? Maybe because is in me to find it. How can I find my purpose in life? Is there really such a thing? Not sure. In the meantime, I guess I’ll have to keep swimming.
