You know

 

The darkness we had to fill made me feel free

There's no fear of judgment

Right?

The fear of being judged

Which is.. which is the fear

that doesn't allow us to live intensely,

and therefore,

doesn't allow us to write freely

That's the question we have to ask ourselves

To whom do we owe our own fidelity?

Is it to others?

Or to ourselves?

But what's a little pain in comparison

to a lifetime of happiness, you know?