In the most desolate of places
And this strange world
Will know who you are
By the light of your soul
By the darkness of your shadow
Yes you will find beauty
And you will be unprepared for it
But why am I afraid?
I can deliberately sense my own fear, unsure of the nothingness.
It's hopeless. This is hopeless.
by Yon Yusuff.
1:57am.
