One day I laid down after a period of time fighting for surviving, I looked at the sky. Still the same sky of my 25, when I was so chill at some highland, when my mind was filled with the idea of a good life ahead. I used to be so free. In the end, it’s still the same sky and still the same me, whether I lay on the bed, on the floor or beneath the ground. It will be me and that sky, for good.












