"I see your eyes and the world within. I see it's impossible not to fall in.
How much beauty can that hold? I see already the path, the invitation. I know I'm welcome, yet something holds me back.
The fear of the experience, and the mysterious of the right. The dream that comes true. The impossible wish that stays far.
I can't help but keep falling, again, one more time myself proving me wrong. At some point becoming normal. The surprising life bothers me no more.
I have learned not to ask. To just be present at the revealing time. No more fears of jumping in, I learned to rather fall in by my own will.
And here I come again, seeing the beauty from behind. I guess this is what I'm good at."
