I hope this reaches you when the waves are tired, the wind exhausted in his arms, for the sea is nothing more than a poem written by a child.
How vast, how immense.
The sea never leaves,
his heart always remains.
reach for mine.
All is light.
Insidious is blind inception
What's reality with all these questions?
Feels like I missed my alarm and slept in (slept in)
Broken legs but I chase perfection
These walls are my blank expression
My mind is a home I'm trapped in
And it's lonely inside this mansion... Mansion- NF