Alive.

More alive than ever.
Like waking up from a profound sleep. Like leaving all the darkness of your dreams behind and opening your eyes to the real world.



How could I know that you would find some happiness in this crazy universe.
The world is black, but you always find some joy in all this misery, some beauty in all the grey chaos.
And you know you like it. You like the sadness, the tears, the pain, the cold rain on a winter morning, the dying sun, the emptiness, the sorrow, the fear. You like your world black.

And you always find the way back home.



Pearl Jam – The Fixer