Where the soul thirsts for wings, the mind yearns for enlightenment, I only see entrances guarded by “The Fear”, who’s screaming loud, “It's now or nevermore!

Will you venture into the unknown, or choose the familiar once more?” And so, my life flows with my mind fed up with beautiful lies

Feeling stuck between choosing simple and sublime, I weigh a little but stand up hard

And overall, this “Klonada” lulls me to sleep. I see them stripped, but don't give a damn. They seek to vie, but I'm free to pursue.

Just a ravenous wolf in stealth waiting for the chaos to reveal the mask, looking in the mirror like “He knows the best."

Photographer: Inalternate