What is it that i try to be open to everyone, but can't find out what's really behind all this mess i'm always getting myself in? I am good in saving people. Really good. It's some family thing, i found out the last days. I was save in my family, and it was like paradise, my childhood. But now, i feel like cast out, like thrown out of eden, and i remember how it was when everyone cared. But it's gone for bad, theres no family left, only individuals.
Kind of funny, as i think of it, my affinity to the phantom stranger is fitting like a glove. He did not choose sides, when there was war, and now he doesn't belong to anyone. Even if there are people who like him, he is a stranger to them. Am i a stranger? Only for caring?
