they say that the heart has seven-7- doors
and u entered through the first one, and closed the seventh behind u
so u became the pulse, u are the one who dwells, and u are the place.
@7:18

it's as if iam a bird that owns the sky
but longs for a cage in ur chest.
@7:18

what good are these wings that have sprouted on my shoulders, if every time i try to fly i feel that the sky is narrow, and that the wind is pushing me back?
flying does not mean wide open space, but rather having a place where u long to land.
what is the value of wings if they do not lead me to ur balcony, and what is the point of the sky if u are not its expanse?
@7:18

࿙tٓhey say ihave wings
but i only feel like i'm flying with u
@7:18

every time i flutter away
࣪ 𖥔the thread 𝆭of my hea𝆺𝅥rt pulls me back to u. .࣪ 𖥔
so what is the point of flying?"
@7:18

take the wings
take the range
and give me one step that ends with u." 🪽
@7:18

the wings that do not carry me to u are merely a burden on my back.
@7:18

its as if i'm a fire that finds nothing to devour
so it consumes the wreckage of its own soul.

its like i’m a huge fire that broke out in a wasteland
no forest to burn, no wood to keep me going, so i just turned inward and started eating my own roots.
i’m the fire and the wood at the same time
every time hope sparks in me, it just turns into ash, blowing away in a sky of endless despair.
i try to call out to the wind for help, but it only fans the flames.
i wait for the rain, but it evaporates before it can even touch the burn in my soul.
so this is how i go on—just fading away in silence, flickering out bit by bit, until there’s nothing left of me but a darkness that looks like a stranger’s night.

i am lost between two paths, one that breaks me and the other that erases my trace
and both lead to an abyss with no bottom.

It's as if I'm stuck at a crossroads
every time i choose a path
i find despair waiting for me at the end...
as if all paths were designed to lead me back to my disappointment.

it was as if i were a wave crashing against itself
hope was sinking and despair was rising

i’m standing on the edge of my own soul like a wild, crashing sea.
no shore feels for me, and there’s no harbor to end this mess inside.
its like im a massive wave born just to hit itself, breaking over its own chest, and drowning in its own depths before ever hitting land.
hope, to me, is like an oil lamp that dropped to the bottom of the ocean
its oil floats up like a letdown, and its light is choking in the dark. Every time I try to come up for air, the weight of despair pulls me back down.
i’ve become a drowning person who’s actually scared of being saved, because the dry land just doesn't have room for all my broken pieces anymore.