Баобаб

It's like the world has gone a little crazy, but in the best way possible. Everything around is jumping, spinning, breathing with rhythm, and bubbling with funny sounds. Woof woof, and it's already unclear who's human, who's a dog, and who's just a sound that decided to be the life of the party. There's a childlike confidence in this chaos: you don't need to understand to feel. Everything is fine as it is, as long as the beat is thumping in my chest and the words lose their meaning, turning into a game. It's beautiful just to allow yourself to sound.