"I feel soft and softer. Even if the air I breathe wants me to asphyxiate, even if the waves I swim through want me to drown, I still feel soft. The more they hold my hands, begging me to stop, the more I dance and scream, truly free, in my mind. The more your voice echoes in my heart, the more I feel softer. I don't make perfect circles, I make everything but circles. My skin is blooming the flowers that my veins had already bloomed during chaos. New seasons arrived. And I don't want to sleep. But while there's stormy oceans and toxic air, I will beg my softness everyday. Because I want it. And how good is to be soft in a stone hearted world".
— faceless, 2019
2019
