you're a star

The city breathes exhaustion, windows glow with other people's lives, and inside, one stubborn desire hums: to break free. Even if only for five minutes, even if just to breathe properly. Everything here seems frozen in anticipation of change, and even the silence resounds like an alarm: ‘just a little longer, and that's it.’

The voice sounds like a whisper before an escape: it doesn't promise salvation, but it gives direction. Between the beats, echoes of hope flicker - mixed with doubt, fragile but alive. It seems that if you close your eyes and take a step, the walls might actually part and the air become lighter. Because sometimes ‘getting out of here’ is not about a place, but about the courage to remember who you always were: small, but bright, real.