Apr 2020
We'll be alright alone.
Everything burns in the end.
Lit sparks
Carried the flame to burn alone
On the wings of a butterfly,
May we find who we are, truly.
Even when we have no face.
Everything burns in the end.
Lit sparks
Carried the flame to burn alone
On the wings of a butterfly,
May we find who we are, truly.
Even when we have no face.
"Welcome to my life."
December 2017.
December 2017.
