It’s the evening, the sun has already set. My head left for the sky. I’m ready to fly over the world, with a blurry perception of what life is.
I am a singer, but I don’t consider myself as one; I feel like I need to tell a story.
Why are we afraid? It’s a question I ask myself, everytime I feel fearless.
We need to be afraid, so we can move forward and battle through struggles. But it’s an empty feeling; we shouldn’t be afraid. Because life is short.
Life’s good. This is life. This is me.