The walls are dark.
The sky is really bright.
I'm still falling,
going further and further down.
The walls are geting darker and darker.
And the sky is geting brighter and brighter.
who am i?
I just keep going down.
It feels natural.
The walls keep geting darker.
The sky is still geting brighter.
where am i?
I remember now.
How i lost sight of my dream.
The walls were always my obstacles.
The sky was always the goal.
I failed under the pressure from others.
They meant nothing by it, but they didn't try to understand.
How hard reaching the sky and what lies beyond really was.
that's what happened.
I was happy as a child.
Went through a phase where i had to face alot of things.
Didn't really understand at then.
But time showed me.
Wasn't the same after that.
Coudn't smile, didn't feel the same happiness like i used to do.
That's who i was.
Most people would call it a home,
That wasn't it for me.
Never felt truly welcome,
so much was different.
Can't the whole earth be where i were?
That would've been my answer.
I'm nothing more than a meter from the ground now.
Oh some of the times that i had.
Thinking of it now, it was really fun.
The walls are really dark, almost depressingly so.
And the sky.
Was it always this bright?