This post is about a song from Florence and The Machine called the Drumming Song .
When is comes to certain choises, even the strong ones follow the haunting drums inside their heart, while crashing the image they have built for the others to see. We always care what the others are thinking about us, we always think about the consequences, we always question the future. Yet, from time to time the voices of the others, the gossips, the worries that screams about the future are all reduced to silence. Calm and cerebral as they might be, in the end they do only what they want and feel. Only drumming noises inside their heads, and those are the drums that guide their choises, probably the most sincere ones.
Who are the others to tell them what to do? Why should imaginary rules prevent them? The ony rules that I follow are those drums, and whenever I hear them I know I am right to step further...
-Painting by Sabin Balasa-