Day 4 after

So... here we go again, writing, getting rid of this sh*t! it is just... I can't understand why? a reason? like Kalean song said:

"There are certain kinds of sincerity, more awkward than silence!"

And here I am, trying to stand up against the wind? there's no way! I prefer to bend myself with the wind, my roots are strong, just bend me motherf*cker! at this time I'm so weak but I swear you, you couldn't break me!

And then, nothing to do than just wait for the calm after the storm, rise again! start again! looking for the way home, oh! I forgot it, I can't, I'm homeless.