I am hiding in a "house". It is here in my head. I locked myself within these walls and I'm afraid to go outside, because further - the unknown, the need to make decisions and take responsibility. But I have one cherished dream. The one I live for. It is waiting for me outside. Calls and constantly repeats that freedom is there, outside my walls. Every time I give up the Dream, because I'm afraid to fight for it. Every time I stay safe and turn away from life. I choose my house. I choose my prison. But maybe it's time to change something?