“Sometimes you will feel that you are an outcast… but you will never be alone!” – Superman

In the midst of nowhere I am here to found. A place where everything is new and everything is unreal. Adjusting myself to an agenda where no one knows you, no one cares, and no one belongs. It seems like I enter into a world full of sadness and emptiness. It is so impossible to move in and out to where I want to go because everything has its limits. Everything has its bounds and everything has its restrictions. The world where then I grew, the world where then I belong, the world where then happiness is found, the world where then smiles are wide, and the world where then cries are covered with laughter and joy. Those days are over, looking back to the past is a way of looking forward to a Utopia. I imagine myself walking to a world where everyone is a friend, where everyone cares, where everyone seems to accept you for who you are. I am not asking or demanding a perfect place to live in but a place where one could feel their own happiness and satisfaction. Now, I am nowhere to go and no one to run to. I am nowhere to found and nowhere to hide. My heart wants to burst and shout the pain that undergo inside. I feel that any moment in time someone would harass me and put me to shame. When this day comes the people I cared and loved hopefully will reach their hands and pull me from the dying body.There will never be tomorrow if you neglect today. What is happening is a sort of a trial, a challenge, or somewhat a test to who really am I. I am asking myself what I have done wrong to experience the pain, what have I done erroneously, that made me suffer a lot. I was just trying to put my motives into its way, good motives as it may seem, but time wont allow me to do so. All my mistakes and all my faults were already admitted and felt sorry for everything. Facing the consequences of my actions are the hardest part of my life, I barely even have the courage to face someone or somebody in front of me. No time and space for proving myself. And no room for another chance.Drowned in a middle of nowhere. Escaped from the darkness of hell. Damned to those who didn’t care. But exultation to the people who dare. So why would I possibly despair where I know in the end there are still people who are willing to conquer the world with me and will give me more reasons to be happy and live accordingly.Alone or not alone, what is important is the idea that you know you are right and you know that whether the world turns against you, look above, there is a hand willing to pull you up and put you down to where you belong.