My World

The feeling of being alone on a crowded road: there seems to be noise and glamour all around, but inside there is a deafening emptiness that neither smoke nor money can drown out. Every day is a game of Simon Says, where the rules are simple: a word, a shot, then silence again. Brands shine, engines roar, but behind it all lies only a weary ‘myself.’ The music sounds like a confession: danger has become a habit, trust a luxury, and salvation still seems to be in short supply.