I’m like a moth.
Attracted to life, easily get burned by it.
Craving attention.
Feeling discomfort when I get it.
Misunderstood intentions.
Overlooked signals.
Unnoticed me.
Is it just in my head?
I’m tired of being just an observer.
It’s safe, but doesn’t give.
So I Engage.
Threw myself in the deep end.
New places, new encounters.
But there’s a catch.
A déjà vu. Everlasting loneliness.
Why is it never good enough?
Where are all those fears coming from?
Who am I really facing?
Maybe the night will hold the answers. After all it’s when all the demons come to the surface.
Tomorrow’s another day.
URORA STUDIO 