I want to grow old, I mean grow older. Not that I’m bored with my life or with the people and places I know. I just want to expand my horizon, get out of my shell, pack all the strength I have saved for all these years, and march my own pace.
I want to go to France. I feel like there is something or perhaps someone out there waiting for me. Well if there’s none, I don’t care. For once and for all, I just want to be free, and France, is the only place I know, perfect for my escape.