the sun peaks out and all of a sudden life is okay. its silly how simple it can all be.
the future is yours to inherit. there's a name written in the sky. the world answers to the call, will you?
asleep at the altar. jan 2025.
about once a year i am met with a viscerally juvenile and insatiable urge to post my face on social media for validation. our rituals define us i suppose.
this summer im taking my napping game to levels you couldn't even begin to understand.
the future is a choice.
each day, the sun rises, and humility returns again. every day could be the lifetime i'm searching for. is what i've found really what i'm looking for?