We like danger somehow. We like it, we luv to feel it, we wanna satisfy that hunger, curiosity to find out what´s on the other side, and that´s why we cross the line, that´s why after enjoy that malevolous ride, we regret about it. But then, we also, feel a bit good, cuz now we know what´s in there; danger makes us to wonder, why we can´t do it, why people tell us that is forbbiden, why is so bad to us, so we do it, knowing everything, including consecuences of our actions. We shut that voice inside so we don´t feel like we´re gonna hold ourselves back; i think that´s why we like danger, cuz we hate playing safe, cuz we wanna try something else, cuz we finally wanna know, why is called danger…
