He finds home with the maps scarred on his arm, and the wounds unhealed within his subconscious.
He knows full well, that he cannot live out his hedonistic dream.
He is the dying mother of his own mental being, conceived and experiencing the world folded onto itself.
He is born out of myth, and exists by reacting with what we accept is reality.
Awaken.
Dayaan W.
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