What am I afraid of? The unknown? Things I can't control? Am I afraid to say it out loud when it's easier to just wade in the comfort of a crowd? How many times can I refresh the same page before I realize that I'll just get the same outcome? Why do I ignore fires burning in the corners of my life until the flames are about to engulf me? I feel like I've dulled myself through distance and distractions while I keep staring at the same unanswered questions hanging over my head every day When I try to answer them, I realize how I thought I'd be set free But instead, I found I was just illuminating how little I actually knew about myself I'm here right now, and so are you I might be gone tomorrow, and so may you This is Sudden Sky