choices...

Only meant to be through your decisions,
Good or bad paths will take you different places.
But there’re no such things as right choices,
Only moving one piece of all the possibilities.
No exact science.

Just don’t be still. Move.
By your feelings, by your mind, heart.
Don’t be still.

Been selfish can also be a choice.
Cause no one has got you point of view.
So do as you wish, get what you want.

You’ll never be what people expect,
But you can choose your own mistakes.
Who could ever say they can’t take you someplace interesting?

Window

There is one in every room.

Or there should be.

Won't hang on every wall,

But only where there's something to frame/ outside.

What do you see?

Is it the gray sky?

Sad and dropping small portions of water?

I've heard... if you put your hands outside, 

Tears will take your sorrows.

It's closed now. Almost.

Sun shines into the room.

Can you see it drawing a tree's shadow?

Dancing around you.

Some told me dancing shadows would make you happy.

It's open, once more.

There are curtains.

Seems they are alive when moving with the wind.

You can fell it to.

It's written somewhere breeze can take you 

Where you want to go.

Do you ever fell like going outside?