approaching any given hill and relief paints my face as i see someone else is already dying on it. thank you for my life, sweet passenger. my hot take will not be needed on this day. may the likes of angels illuminate your eternal path.
early 20s.
starting to make sense of the facade
the true self remains uncertain
approaching any given hill and relief paints my face as i see someone else is already dying on it. thank you for my life, sweet passenger. my hot take will not be needed on this day. may the likes of angels illuminate your eternal path.