“paragliding through the music”

The invoices I hear after every inconvenience

It’s settling until I begin to show fear

A man admitting to the obstruction that forces balance

Never wanting to face the consequence

Is it love or is it lust? 

A decorated picture that still doesn’t make any sense

My mind is made up of different 

color schemes and unbelievable, peculiar dreams

Too eager to reside in the depths of tales and fables when I myself, don’t even know what they mean

What do you stand for when your worst enemy can move you, or when you give them the room to breathe?

The mask of optimism that caresses a soft sentence, as the enemy can be seen, through the many layers we hold like the atmosphere 

Unsettled until the night becomes a friend

Hidden depictions of private notes, being sung in secrecy until my body gives in

Melodies that aren’t in sync but become the beguiling whisper when your heart can’t make amends

The matter behind the will to bend

Placed upon different stories throughout history

The humanistic nature to continue to glide through the music until the very end