IDK I just got here

Aren’t there some flowers that never bloom?

Sometimes You Lose A Part Of Yourself That Never Comes Back

Metal Masked Machines, built in every shape, cast in every form, alone amongst their kind, and lost in every way. Metal Mask Machines, whose mirrors cannot seem, to reflect the selves they were, before it was today.

i'm gradually getting back into drawing, since this is one of my only outlets when i'm not working on the thesis. unfortunately it's still quite difficult for me to capture my own style from before the accident. something feels missing about the level and complexity of detail. 

Some days just feel like an old movie, where you finally stop chasing time... I love that feeling of being caught between worlds, drifting in that soft, grainy haze where memories blur into the present... No need for labels or places to be... No rush, no noise... Just a quiet moment that feels like a memory already...