Hello...?

Same voices I once attempted to escape from are back, the very same voice that echoed inside my worn-out temple, the very same voice that clouded a good day, added sudden regret in life and the very same voice part of me still listens to...

“You’re nothing but a failure...”

Losing a battle of self, having to see a worn-out temple self destruct and witnessing white flags as a reflection. A dark cloud takes a stroll with every innocent and innovative idea; we’re not made of glass but we certainly break easily, we’re made of concrete and the change of seasons causes us to crack.

“You’re worth nothing... stop, just stop...”

We’re constantly trying to fit a broken piece to the puzzle...