Decline
I don’t like where this path is trending. The cold air pressing against my back despite it not being winter.
Every Moment is a Story
Every Moment is a Story
I don’t like where this path is trending. The cold air pressing against my back despite it not being winter.
Dreamt of scene; Panic within a familiar place. All of the exits locked. Trust in the unfamiliar; A different path
Waking to a dimly lit sunrise Smiling at the hope of promise Day darkens quickly Shadows pummel a shaken spirit
