a 2econd class citizen

Sometimes you feel like a 2econd class citizen. You don't know for sure if you like it.
But sometimes it feels more like a prize...



If only you could understand the way i feel...
it is something like the spirit of a narrow street... yeah, more or less, like the street spirit...




The spirit of the street that leads away from you... so narrow that there is no space for a u-turn.
...and the sadest of all is that i just realized that you don't follow me



Υ.Γ. Κι αν δεν είχες ένα φίλο, τότε θα είχες ένα σκύλο ή ένα τοίχο να μιλάς ή του δρόμου το στύλο...