7:30 pm. Hamburg, DE.
Here I am, Lubeckerstraße station. The train is on 5 minutes. Windy, cold and silent. I am standing with few others, a drunk man that broke the silence came with the smell of his alcohol. He laugh, he talk, he scream to no one. By his presence, I am thinking. And I am thankful. That I have my god, who will listen to my problem.
Sometimes, we feel like that is the best way to escape life. Life that goes as what we do not want it to be. But, being drunk is not a gateway. Being drunk only forgetting what we have at a very short moment. Not solving the problem we have. The next morning you get up, the problem is still there.
Sometimes, we feel like that is the best way to escape life. Life that goes as what we do not want it to be. But, being drunk is not a gateway. Being drunk only forgetting what we have at a very short moment. Not solving the problem we have. The next morning you get up, the problem is still there.
Have a little faith on your life. But do I have on mine? I do not know.
