Life is a crazy, unscrupulous path. Often times it is void of color, lacking magic and riddled with loneliness (despite the people who surround you). It is my belief that life is always pushing us to make something of ourselves. Not in the sense of: What will I be when I grow up? Which I’m sure ...
Blessed be your slaughtered dreams and your cynical projection. Blessed be your fire of initiation and your ritual of comfort. Blessed be your secret shame.