spiralling up above my head there were voices i could not hear the noises that my mind makes when it moves slowly the desire of being awake i'm so sorry but i can't be sorry anymore there were times i would wish i weren't anywhere to be found but rushing when you are in a crowd won't do much other than make you feel stuck assim como os pássaros circulam suas rotas nos ceús seguimos em linha reta traçando nosso caminho