99 days

until now, your dreams are all you've had to live for. 

all you ever wanted was to get the hell out of your town and never look back. the greatest thing you owned was that sparkle in your eye when you imagined that there really is something out there for you. you're going to be somebody, you're going to do something, and you want everyone to know it.

(a round-trip around the world later, you've realized that all you'll ever be is what you are.)

these days, you spend your time the same way you always have. you stopped trying to get out ages ago. and when you do dream again, it'll be of train tracks, pill bottles and shiny revolvers.