For your consideration.

[liadine]

Do you know the feeling, when it seems to you you're going to suffocate any minute?
All the things I still can't let go. All I would love to do, all that could make me feel elated. Relieved.
I wonder, what is it about, that I can't express myself through the most vital ways for me anymore. Witchcraft, writing, photography - where the hell is it gone? Why I am so fucking mute?

How to open myself again?

Paralyzed.

Fear and panic in the air
I want to be free
From desolation and despair
And I feel like everything I saw
Is being swept away
When I refuse to let you go

I can't get it right
Get it right

(...)

Life will flash before my eyes
So scattered and lost
I want to touch the other side
And no one thinks they are to blame
Why can't we see
That when we bleed we bleed the same

I can't get it right
Get it right