what happens when a sun explodes

experiments

a man is found not within himself, rather the world he decides to envision himself within



we live in in a graveyard

of light

flow

burst

what we are affraid of holds us back,

death is just life,
life is just the slow process of death,
fuck the boundaries

lonewolf

probably the greatest photo ive come accross

days work

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with winds they wave their wise wounds, shrouded in heavy hymns
while fields of dreamy eyes ignore their patient graves,
living in a life with no leftovers,
no regret