#cigarret

Carol Biazin

However, my tireless search to find it seems to never end. I no longer know who I am or what I have become, sometimes I feel as if I never existed. When I stand in front of the mirror, my eyes see nothing but the emptiness left inside me when she left. I believe that from the moment you also left, I think she also went looking for you - the problem is that it has been years and she never returns. These things remind me of the times when you told me that I was a person who was “too insistent” and that when I should have put a full stop, I would just put a simple comma. I know you believed that one day I would learn to overcome the events in my life - well, I think we both have the answer now - Since everything changed, our memories have become stronger in my mind, but now I can no longer remember your voice, unlike your laugh, which was stamped on me like a huge tattoo. — All of this makes each of my tears become a parade from hell.

Honestly, I was just in the mood to draw galaxy smoke, but why not add some punk Logan too? So here. Have punk boi.

Dylan

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