„Beam me up, let me be lighter, I’m tired of being a fighter„…
I just want to… fly up to the sky and steal a piece of it, then dive into the ocean and come out covered in its salty, sparkling drops. I’ll borrow their blues, mix them together and paint my life with the perfect shade of my favorite color. I’ll ask the sun to sprinkle its gold here and there, to make it bearable for my human eyes. I’ll find a red butterfly and ask it to rest on my black hair for a while, for what is life without the color of love? The wind will be my friend and sing its songs for all to hear, treasure and keep.
„I’m tired of being a fighter„. I am.
Pink, „Beam Me Up”: