Continue to use the tools you have if it weren’t for the available you couldn’t survive.

In black there exists a trait to behold, one point in space that contains the new and the old.

Looking at existence leaves life in a haze. An overwhelming exhaustion that is mastered with age.

I see eyes on the horizon that blink with disdain. How can so many be lost and entangled in pain?

I sleep in a world of comfort and truth that contains both wonder and amazement. Fly With Me