Sometimes, we love what we see.

Knowing not that there's a different view beneath the sea.

We try to make sense of superficial things when being real demands no explanation.

We live in a world where we chase smoke then feel the fire...

We love feeling safe in our little world and forget that sometimes we need to let go.

Let go and let the fire consume us

Feel what it means to be burnt

Then we can truly be free and real.