If we constantly wait for the βπ πππ»ππΈπ ππΎππΎππβ to pursue our desires, we might find ourselves stuck in a perpetual state of anticipation. What if the illusion of perfect timing
In the dimly lit room, your determination guides your hands along the walls in search of the light switch. You trust itβs there, waiting to reveal a divine radiance within
You ebb and you flow. You wake up feeling effing amazing one day and then as if some sort of curse that you have no control of, something happens. Something takes over. And you