"What do you see?"

"smoke,lights,cars,noise '

"congested and gloomy"

"dull and grey"

I never got used to this and my soul cherished something I've never seen, somewhere I've never been, I started to think about it. Tears rolled down my cheek, as the realization hit me." I'm never getting out of here. "

"What do you want?"

"Me? I want to run"

I want to get out of my bed, I  want to feel the space, I want to feel the sun, I want to see the things I learn about in the books, I want to feel my heart racing, my breath getting fast, sweat dripping off my face, I want to see the trees, a clear scenery in front of me, I want to climb and then fall, I want dirt over my dress, I want to know what grass feels like. I want to see the stars...

" ugh..it almost feels like heaven ......heaven?"

 " Close your eyes "

"I'm running, deeper and deeper into the woods, its not sunny, not dark, just the right the amount of brightness, like cloudy noon, grey sky, a bit purplish, the cold breeze against my face, I'm racing and racing, the path never ends. I'm thrilled the scenery gets more interesting every passing moment I'm young, I'm young, I'm not there, I was never there, not tomorrow, not yesterday, not today, not in ten twenty or fifty years, but I will get there, not here, but afterlife..."