I am afraid to expose who i am. With my identity hidden.
I'll let my soul do the writing.
I am a person lost in a crowd, going by undiscovered.
My voice is fading into a whirlwind of sound.
We are just hovering down an endless path.
Are we robots?
Eventually our hardware breaks and that's when we start living.
Exploring the world to find our passions. We are all complex humans once we start breathing.
We have to break through our skin of fear, and it can be unbreakable. if You ask how i know? Because i'm still breaking through mine.