Prudence is the consequence of examined experience, it’s an artist’s responsibility to distribute this knowledge in hope it finds the eye in need.

Hypocrisy a the silent killer

How do you not feel like a fraud in a life made up of stories?

I’ve longed for a city, an air, a season, a feeling

to only strive for happiness, is to succumb to naive experience

loyalty is more valuable than love,

prudence is the consequence of experience that has been fully absorbed and throughouly understood

with our minds subdued in concurrent nostalgia, we try to escape the pressures of living.

the oranges are vibrant and the pinks soft,

a city always remembers

I didn’t plan to miss you…

and surrounded by each other, we felt loved

sometimes you just need your friends

Is it comforting or frightening that everyone’s life ends the same way?

it’s difficult for people to be realistic with themselves