Again I am frustrated by this crazy conversation that’s going on and on in my head, it’s unknown.
It is something inexistent, it sounds like a crazy tune, maybe it’s my hidden talent that gets triggered. Is it a signal to start singing?
Maybe I am asked to dance, to do something else. I am asked to sit instead of sleep. I am asked to stand instead of sleep on it.
Ah, I remember, it happened during fire, it got triggered. Someone is waking me up, hurrying me to come out.
I wasn’t sleeping I was sitting, I was in a distant watching that beautiful fire burn them up.
But my house wasn’t, it was safe. I was blessed and I was being watched. My things are protected.
There’s nothing wrong of being kind and assertive. There’s nothing wrong with reaching the highest range.
I think I’ve triggered this deepest part of me after that fire that occurred that day. I can shout like him, I started hearing them.
Transformers 