Trough of Growth
What am I capable of in waking and sleeping?
I expected your thoughts to be less pessimistic.
So Loved, Glaciers Move
Purpose Fever
I still fight with purpose like a feverHypnotizing me by the call of emotionIt…
A melody that feels foggy.A sweet little whistle with a hint of bitter.A tune whispered softly by the passerby.Something of a wake-up call…
When all the city lights turn off at once.
The hardest part is looking back