Flying into the unknown, certain death hiding behind every beautiful thing, every distraction worth seeing. the gaze of strangled dreams from every sidewalk and life and thoughts and wind coming towards you with a force that would render petrified those that fear often without putting up a fight. the blue machine is the only object that i’ve come to love, not for its looks or because it can give the confidence of looking cool as it is popularly characterize , it goes deeper than that. it made come to the realization that i have to trust myself immensely if i want to make it out alive, if i want to experience everything i’ve done so far. every time is a mile or a thousand into the unknown and the most beautiful thing about it is that the further i go, the closer i encounter myself.
