My name is Roxy and I live in a small town where every day is the same, but I dream of the big world. I'm eighteen, and at this age I feel hungry for real adventures. My days are spent at school, where I teach Psychology, but everywhere I see only ghostly horizons that beckon. I write poetry, filling my notebooks with dreams of distant lands and people I have never met. Every evening, sitting on the roof of a house with a magazine, I watch the sunset, trying to find the meaning of life in its colors. City roads seem narrow to me, and fate seems like a cruel game where I am only part of a large mechanism. But among all these gray nuances, I find friends with whom I share smiles and secrets. We discuss dreams about the future, we strive for freedom outside our little world. In my heart I know: if not now, then when? I want to see the world, experience feelings that will fill me with new light.
