Sometimes, in all the noise and these growing shadows, I just wanna drift… no worries, just floating in my own breath. I want all the extra voices to fade out—nothing in my ears but the wind and the soft beat of wings.

Some days feel heavy, dark, and the future’s just a blur. Somewhere in all that weight, I hold onto this little escape… this light, in-between feeling.

I close my eyes and let the dream take me. I rise—past logic, past anything real—into a place only my imagination knows. A quiet space where, even for a moment, I can finally breathe.