I always longed to make my roots somewhere.
To feel I was belonging at some place. With the convention I could find peace when in a precise spacial delineation in the universe, coordinated by geographical points;
And nowhere else.
Then life suddenly revealed to me: If I had to have roots, I would have born a tree. And I am ah human instead, when I wake up in the morning, I have to stretch my arms: the branches I possess unraveling towards the up above, the undiscovered, the infinities possibilities! Collecting the oxygen that makes my blood running, faster;
Myself, feeling that I am living and not just alive.