"Fear not of men because men must die.
Mind over matter and soul before flesh."
)O(
Post-teenage apocalyptic dreamer. Punk rock pixie earth baby. I'm addicted to the unexpected, the broken, the well-written, and the unknown. The night is where I dwell and thrive. Don't ever listen to me, I don't know anything. Anything at all.
Lost inside my mind, not looking to be found.
"I can connect/ Nothing with nothing/
The broken fingernails of dirty hands/
My people humble who expect/ Nothing."