“I've seen you, beauty, and you belong to me now, whoever you are waiting for and if I never see you again, I thought. You belong to me and all Paris belongs to me and I belong to this notebook and this pencil.”

This is a big secret. We are all asyles and we do not know most of us. No matter how we want it, we do not feel we really belong to ourselves, whether we need it or we need it. I once thought that exiles would separate me from you. And now, I know this is what connects you and you. Yes, there are exilees. There is one exile in society, one asylum. It does not belong to groups, classes, classes, etc., and does not belong at all after that. Exile from the garden, please exile from the desert. Can you say that they share the same feelings? We only say this. Perhaps you know that it is sad to be expelled in all ways you did not belong to you.

I understand what you dislike me for all that I have ever loved so far because you were not mine. I am not yours any longer. The truth is that I have never belonged to you. Or anyone. The truth is, I am not what I am involved in, I might never have something more that I will never have. The truth is that I do not belong to anyone, I will never do, I am a seeker, I am a dreamer, and only I is not an actor. I sincerely believe that everything is possible. This is actually very scary. More worse than this is that I am an actor. If I say that I am delighted, if I am happy, I will take action to do it. So no one is safe, especially I am. In the vast world there are too many things, too many possibilities, too many soundtracks, too many fairy tales. I would like to see them, touch them and taste them. It may be impossible to catch up with this

Perhaps, like me, you feel that you were not entirely yourself. Perhaps like me, it makes you uneasy, sometimes panic, makes you somewhat sad, and probably makes more. I do not belong. As at least most people think, it really does not seem necessary to worry at all. Most people, most people. When they see it, most people smile when the leaves fall. Even though they noticed, they did not notice a mistake in the fall. What is a leaf? However. Maybe, like me, sometimes you will feel a sharp and unexpected sorrow like the winter, and suddenly stab you in the fall of leaves in your injured heart. Perhaps like me, you will see everything that will never come true in the fall.