You know that moment when you run out of fuel, your gears stop working, you can't tell east from west, and there is no "you are here" in the map you are holding.
You see everyone around you old and young move that way with full force following their faries. And while they pass you they point and laugh at you because you are the only one without a fairy. And that you still haven't figure out where do you belong in this place called life.
You see everyone around you old and young move that way with full force following their faries. And while they pass you they point and laugh at you because you are the only one without a fairy. And that you still haven't figure out where do you belong in this place called life.