Forlorn Somnium

It is here where I can be anyone I want and all that I am.
It is about time we clear that up.

It is about time we clear that up.

Feet don’t fail me now, take me to the finish line.

I hope that one day, maybe just MAYBE, I can be this beautiful.

This time, I am not sure about what is wise yet at some point I know I have to stop caring. If I fail to do that, I might forget to live.

—Mr. Anon