How many of you are known and many are left untouched. Are you currently the one you shown to everyone for the last few years? Or there are so many painful dent you've encounter you decided to change the whole panel itself?

I’m indulged by the breezy humid air of my suburban. Laying on a sheets covered grass, sunnies on, headphones singing Ye’s new album. If I could say, it felt like breathing on oxygen, every air entered me without any hassle. I looked up, the sun was strangely bright but the air was cool, few presence of cloud, but shade me perfectly. My being is calm, but my head could explode with only little more pressure. Everything is nice, like I perfectly described it could be, but being home and being here sucked the living being out of me. All the eyes, and the lies. My therapist told me the other day, to take more risks. I thought, I kept my eye on the prize. The only risk I am willing and determined to take, is to get out of here. But Lord, it was calm. No loud noises, no hustle and bustle, no fast walkers, just a warm, slow living I craved. I hate growing, but I hate being stuck on the same roof. The time will come, sooner or later doesn’t matter that much, what matter is that it will come. Where my being is calm, and the voices shut.