I left the city behind and followed the sound of my own heartbeat. Out here, the mountains don’t care about success, failure, or who you’re supposed to be.
They only teach you how to stand alone and keep moving forward. Maybe that’s what freedom was all along.
The city never sleeps, yet here I am, dreaming with my eyes closed. Somewhere between the skyline and the silence, I found a version of myself no one has ever met.
The night keeps my secrets better than people do. Maybe that’s why I keep coming back to it.
Lost in my own frequency, somewhere between a dream and a memory. The world moves too fast, so I disappear into the static. Not everything broken needs fixing.
Some things become beautiful precisely because they survived.