brave.

there’s only few things
better than

that song kissing your ears again
the freedom of singing it
out loud
in the middle of the bay
looking in everyone’s eyes
with a damn big smile.

then the bitter taste
of blue wind
hits your face
as the stars draw closer
to your heart than ever.
a strange, but sudden
urge of dreaming the stars
with eyes closed
reminiscing of the moments
that made up that song.
your song.
our song.

and giving up to
the heart, the city, and
yourself.

and taking in a deep breath.
in. out. in. in. breathe out.

look straight.
and keep walking.

just please keep walking.