Understand, I’ll slip quietly away from the noisy crowd when I see the pale stars rising, blooming over the oaks. I’ll pursue solitary pathways through the pale twilit meadows, with only this one dream: You come too.
harness that hell, that existential pain and intense feeling, the beauty of life itself.and burn it as fuel. the oyster's pearl would never exist without the annoying piece of sand. transform your life experience and pain into diamonds