the crippling of the island only started to affect me when, things were getting back to normal. everything was becoming the routing i hated, and not the chaos i enjoyed.

having to follow the orders of the sheep who, someone felt pride in the boring daily routing, felt pride being a slave for unknown hours.

while i graved the chaos, maybe this is why i want to be homeless, i want war to start. i want the chaos, i want an excuse to simply be myself. and excuse to simply do what i want.