Background & Miscellaneous

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Somewhere between the flashing lights of distant cities and the silence after the show ends, I lost track of who I was pretending to be.

There were moments, brief as breath, when I felt seen. In the arms of strangers who didn't ask questions. In hotels where names didn't matter. In songs that bled truth, even when I didn't want to hear it.

But loneliness is a loyal shadow. And even in the noise, I was always a little bit alone. Still, I chose this. The madness. The beauty. The chaos of not belonging to anyone or anywhere.

Because when the world tells you to sit still, to be good, to be quiet... riding fast into the unknown feels like the only honest thing left.

I am not always soft. I am not always kind. But I am free.

And in this restless freedom, I finally found a place that feels like home, even if it moves with the wind.