these are some dark days with not so much “hope” to be found.


troubled, despairing

I was born. I’m still standing. Here, there, wherever. Doesn’t really matter. None of it. We are what we perceive ourselves to be. Ergo – I perceive myself as a voice raging against a maelstrom of insanity.

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