Frustration.
Unable to cope.
Flaky.
Powerless.
Helpless.
Stuck.
Caged.
Am I regressing?
Am I the only one walking around in this frozen world?
Maybe I wasn’t meant for America.
Maybe America wasn’t meant for me.
Or here, at least.

In a country where nobody has any time, and everyone’s got their own agenda, life sure seems to be at a standstill.
But like a good saying says: only bored people get bored.

So I want to have an adventure.
I want to feel my heart thump inside its cage.
I want to jump, and run, and walk the distance.
And look good while doing it.
And I want to fall in love.
No, really, fall in love the right way.
And take that midnight ferry to Fukuoka.
No more crap, no more discretion, no more NSA.

I want to live life seriously.