#dylanseto

I've only ever followed the path already sketched out for me, but the blueprints print blues to my forehead; to my forearms. Cracking smiles is as taboo to me as crack rocks. I've tried crossing the River Styx on my own, but I always find myself getting drowned by the Ferryman, as he tells me that it's not the right time that it's over for me yet. So I take the blue pill and a handful of advil to ease into reality.