(via silhouettesandshadows)

I rather be walking on a road full of cars driving in the wrong direction and be part of the chaos than to be part of the system.

I rather be in a place full of pickpockets but soulful buskers than to be in somewhere where poverty doesn’t exist (or not allowed to exist).

I rather be somewhere that has only one cinema and one supermarket and every amenity is out of reach such that I have to spend all my time with my friends than to be somewhere that has all the goods the world has to offer at my doorstep and yet we feel empty.

I rather paint in a park, take pictures of others’ lives, sing in a band than to spend all my youth trying my best to ace that A level exam just because I have to.

Look at those expressionless faces, those empty hearts. The only thing that can fill their hearts is money and fame. Rigidity within rigidity, that is what it is.

I rather be somewhere else.

Anywhere else but here.