And when I sit down to think, I get caught by voices and flood my head with a sea of ideas that trickles and drains around me. My room becomes a nest from which I don't want to fly, but my wings have already spread and controlling them will be impossible. Silence surrounds me and accompanies me to be, to be, to feel, but a colorful melody makes me dance and sing my thoughts to the rhythm of a sublime desire.
I am Sofia and I like to think.
