Fugitive.

I´m back home. Doesn´t feel like it. I´m not the same ((Feels good))
Miss my american friends. Miss my american boy. Miss myself.
It was so much fun. BIG TIME. Skiing all over Colorado. No noises in my head whatsoever.
I love the snow. I love snowboarders. I love road trippin´.
Im having a hard time to understand how i am supposed to have a professional life that brings me joy. Cant pretend.
Whats happyness? Whats happyness to you?
Got a good job now. Im a respectful citizen. Dont wanna be. At least not yet .
This life seems to be enough for everyone, and I cant get enough of anything!
Im a freak. Welcome to my life.
I want peace of mind SO BAD.
I need it.
Im going nuts.
Can you help me satisfy my brain?

ps. Colorado is in me now. Its in my veins. To stay.