People mostly don't belive in undefined flying objects. For me is very sure that we are not alone in this universe. I saw our galactic brothers many times in my dreams and also in this reality. But who knows what is real and what is not? Maybe this life here is just another illusion, like dream in a dream?

Flying Machines

I've just started create music. Before I even did not know that such a procces can make me feel so many emotions. It looks like I discover the way to express my soul in other way, just by the sounds.  It's a strange thing that creating music can be such a self-healing. It's realising deep emotions, old memories and all traumas. Sometimes It makes me cry when I hear some sounds. It triggers many things in me. It is touching deeply my essence. It is difficult to explain how I feel, but creating music really help me to better understand who am I. 
It is a journey to the core of being. The root of my essence.

Flying Machines

Sofia Kuśmierczyk