What if I started writing posts in English?
You know, this feeling you get. The sudden urge to escape, fly, sail away. But you can't. Your feet are chained to a place you don't want to stay. You cast a long shadow that keeps telling you horrible things. Things that you couldn't even think of. But shadows don't care.
You know, they ain't got no soul. Cruel sunset shades.
Sometimes, they're the one that will always be with you, for you, forever.