Is there a choreography for everything we do or is real life between the lines?
I try to make sense, losing all sense and the sense is like water in my palm when I squeeze it to hold it.
Obsessions, control and disappointments are so close together. I’ve been here before and I always get another chance. Thank you life.
Use the strength and the light I got inside.
Create from that place, let the inner river move me, this will bring me real joy in life.
And from that place, I’d love to leave traces in the world.
