The struggle with myself, the rush of miles into nothingness. I want to conform, yet I can't suppress the desire to create. This is me, a imprisoned soul who only longs to fly free.

On the border between love and euphoria, where desire burns, a blazing struggle rages within me. Every moment there is the possibility of failure, yet I cannot let go of the desire to be free. I am a imprisoned soul who only longs to once, free from everything, be able to soar. The desire to create, to live, consumes everything, yet I feel that freedom is just an unattainable dream.