People are all the same to me.
They're Boring. They are selfish.
They follow each other like threads.
They're so easy to read and manipulate.
They act kind but because they want recognition.
There are always secret motives behind their action.
Some of them said they are different but they are really not.
There's a pattern in everything in this world, even the human brain.
That's why math exist, because things can be solve.
But I believe in the impossible.
Something not boring.
Someone peculiar.
Someplace extraordinary.
I never stop looking even this world is already damned.
The universe is too big and the sky is so vast to be a limit.
Someday out there or maybe someday in the distant future, I'll be able to see what lies ahead the clouds, beyond and above, and the galaxy itself.
I want not a normal life, because in this world, living is not an easy thing. And to me living is not something like doing normal things.
That thing is the only thing that might save me.
I'll never stop looking for a miracle.