And so I thought, all of the lifes I've been keeping will eventually die. Because the enthusiasm that once I've felt, is snailing away. Sometimes I don't feel myself wanting all of that because I forgot how it was, wanting people to see you, to know that you exist, so much. I remember those feelings when I sat on the sand facing the vastness of the sea watching the waves kissing the shore and how the salty breeze caressing each skin I forgot about my problems. Everything felt lighter than ever. I wanted to go back at that time. I needed to see more natures.