Split my head into two

I used to fantasize that someone come and split my head into two, free me from all the things I couldn't do, all the things I'd never be, the dreams were haunting me, but then I thought, if death is the answer shouldn't I try to fly? if my wings don't carry me, so let it be.

• Picture taken when I was 16 years old (12 years ago). Soon thereafter I left my home country Sweden, alone, with 600$ in my pocket and moved to Malta, no job or friends there, but with the hope that I could make it. With the hope that my wings would carry me.