Where the sun sets at 9pm.
Where heat makes us lose our heads.
And where boredom comes to the point that people write in old math notebooks.
It might sound far away, but it's closer than you think... Distance doesn't matter when it comes to "home-sickness".
Eyes are on me 24/7, but aren't actually seeing.
but at the end, I see only what I wanna see;
imagine what I want to imagine.
Stuck on movie-like moments and never ending dreams.
and yet still means nothing to me.
Cuz all the flowers, all the ice cream,
all the colours don't scare me at all.
It's a place where nights are like cloudy oceans filled with
pirates seeking treasure every second Tuesday of the month.
Its where people really can say "it's a small world".
Nope. It ain't Disney!...
It's the corner of my undecided, jealous, lazy, confused mind...
And it struggled so much not to use the "T" word while writing...
Ima let the jungle run wild.
