Wake up in front of restaurant, feeling a little dizzy I don’t know what exactly happened the night before Saturday morning, I feel like I’m turning back to be what i used to be Relying anything on the world Breathing the fresh air outside the house Walking and making a brief step on the street without knowing where to go, who to call to, what am I really searching of Well, maybe I know what really searching of, a home Something that i won’t find That makes me riding A nonstop riding and journey I eat with some pennies that left in my pocket All I have are my red backpack with laptop, camera, charger, and water inside it I eat at that restaurant with all money that I have, charge my camera, type something on my laptop, and listen to Lana Del Rey and P!nk over and over again My body drown in the smell of alcohol and cigarette Don’t even remember where they came from A chat, message, and call jazz up my phone That moment where I realized I made a thousand of mistakes th...