Even in the darkest depths of my depravity, mine fragile mortal mind clings to the frailty of the beauty that inevitably ensues all around me.
I like the voice of the ocean, she speaks to me of a hypnotic calm that instills peace upon a mind ruined in a world gone-completely-to-hell.
As I sit beneath sweeping skies azure, I remember the desert. I am forced to ask myself: am I the only one who still revels in the beauty of the veil of eventide?
I guess it’s all, relative.