I NEED AIR~

I need air to breath and space to lie on for a bit of time to venture deeply into my own souls. Everyone is unique, so I am nothing special. No one is ever special. People throw things away or people away when they think their needs isn't there to be fulfilled anymore. I'm stone at heart. I'm starving, I'm thirsty, empty wanting to be filled with some hope and love. But I'm too blind to see if anything has been laid out for me at all time. I want something more, yes we never satisfied, everything here will never feel contained. I got this attitude. It caused troubles most of the time. People don't understand me. I can't understand myself either. I'm like a solid vapor, structured but hollow inside. I'm something else. But I'm not special. My imagination is just incompatible with the reality I am in now. God created this world miraculously with different paradigm, dimension filled with unimaginable creatures. I want to venture more. Can't I? am I too much for asking something extraordinary. We are all the same. The brain function the same way. The question is now, how is it the best way to live when u are entangled and chain to this kind rough, hard world that push u n force u down to the ground. I want to stand and breath. I'm suffocated. But how can I. They say through night prayer. But I haven't got any chance. Help me. Grab me out. I need air.