There's nothing else to be said when Nina Simone's words make perfect sense.
It's the feeling that hits you when the movie ends but you don't feel like it's over because it's way too real.
It's putting your head outside the car's window and singing out loud to your favorite song. It's being on the road and not knowing where to go.
It's diving in the ocean and feeling part of it, feeling complete.
It's catching someone staring at you. It's desire, it's lust, it's love. It's fitting perfectly in someone's hug, it's wanting to say "I love you" twice a minute, but it's also having your space -please.
It's going home alone and enjoying your own company, it's dancing by yourself.
It's not looking for excuses and saying yes.
It's falling but getting up. It's to give and receive.
It's succeeding in what scares you the most. It's to pray and to hope.
It's to fight and get hurt.
It's what makes you scream and also the things you whisper so sweetly.
It's both, heaven and hell, but it's also none, cause it doesn't have to be anything.
It's whatever the hell you want it to be as long as you're happy.
I'm a nonsense cliche, but, oh, well, I feel good.
