surrounded by a persistent enigma, its contour attracts as much as it worries, revealing a projection of a new horizon to breed the creed.
Étiquette : rocher
wrath of Prometheus
a glimpse of hell scorched my soul, salty ripples lick my wounds, behemoth whirlpool wants to tear me away from my pedestal.
own reality
it’s not what you’ll display, it’s how you will express, the hidden part of you.
from here, somewhere & nowhere 