Airplanes in the sky

I´m going in the bus, looking at the window, and there you are, reminding me that I don´t belong here, that I should fly away, looking for that treasure that I haven´t found yet.. Where is it? where should I go next? where can I go to find it? what am I looking for?

I can´t smile and today I´m feeling like not to talk with anybody, I want to wear black, and lose myself in the crowd.

I´ll write a letter, and fold it into a paper plane, throw it in the air, and hopefully the wind will lead it to you... Goodbye now.