Standing tall, wounded, covered in muck, looking upward bathed in light. Perhaps delayed, but not defined by the darkness that’s now a part of you. Naïvely stand fast, the world waits, it’s time to make your mark.
Standing tall, wounded, covered in muck, looking upward bathed in light. Perhaps delayed, but not defined by the darkness that’s now a part of you. Naïvely stand fast, the world waits, it’s time to make your mark.