It is time to figure things out, explore the world. I do not want to sit behind my window anymore and observe the word through the cold glass. I want to feel the air brush my face and the warmth of the sun to make my frozen blood melt.
I open the window and imagine the jumping into the unknown. I want to feel the soft humid grass tickle my feet, I want to run away in the forest, climb on trees and live like a free human. Or maybe I can lose myself in the infinite labyrinth of streets smelling the food cooked in the restaurants. In the evening I could gaze at the stars or maybe dance under the flashing neon.
All those thoughts convince me to jump but instead of the soft green grass, I land of hard asphalt. My back hurts and tears blur my vision. My exploration will not stop here! I painfully stand up on my trembling legs and slowly advance. The forest! I imagine those century old trees spreading their green leaves over me to screen me from te bright sun. I slowly open my eyes and what I see stuns me, the steaming city is eating the forest away. The grey fog masks the sun and the few visible trees rot the leaf at their feet. That mysterious wonderful land promised is just ruins and sadness.
As the forest no longer exit, I walk towards grey buildings. Maybe the people are the ones that bring colour to this world?
What I see is all bland, people trying to resemble their neighbour. The hypocrisy of the human population trickles down the buildings like thick asphalt and the thin particles of lies enter my lungs, asphyxiating me. I did not find the pallet of colours I had searched for, I preferred the land I had imagined behind my window.