Voices in my head, telling me to let go of my past self, all the traumas that kept burning in the back of my mind.
Chained by own freedom, I was nothing but stains that left behind. Sometimes, this feels so light and yet so heavy. So loud and yet so quiet.
The void was staring back into my soul, I was screaming in colours, who am I? Where's the end of it all? I'm still waiting for an answer.
My house is on fire, of thoughts and memories. Yet, I sat there wondering, why am I Still Carrying It All?