,  you sit there lost although you know the place, time 

  and faces how voices can be so familiar yet totally so vague that you can't  figure out is that a language that you know 

days

There are days where you all you wish for is to sit on the highest place in the world and just look over your life and you wonder what brought you here and where the roads you used were the right ones did you make any wrong turns.   Days were you simply wonder where are all the dreams  you had, and you search from them inside you. 

You let the air go through your hair and you ears invade your chest and you wish it can wash all the wounds you gathered all the memories and start again