Somewhere I Belong

Sometimes it feels so empty inside that even an echo doesn't respond. Everything seems to shatter into sharp pieces - thoughts, doubts, other people's opinions, which only make it harder. But it is from this crack that a voice bursts out, not hiding, but shouting straight into the darkness: about fatigue, about pain, and about the fact that it is finally time to bring it out.

Each line sounds like an attempt to break through concrete - loud, fierce, but with a stubborn desire for light. The rhythm is not one of despair, but of strength: the desire to cleanse oneself of all that is superfluous, to burn the emptiness to the ground and find at least a small but real island in its place.

And somewhere between the scream and the melody, a feeling is born: yes, there is a way out. It is not ready-made, not suggested, but your own, hard-won. Perhaps that is where that very place begins - ‘where you belong.’