My mark on this world is like my footprint in the snow. Intangible to hold, fading, sometimes clear and others soft. In some small ways, this is comforting and in others, a total mindfuck.
We're all mad here…some just more so than others
My mark on this world is like my footprint in the snow. Intangible to hold, fading, sometimes clear and others soft. In some small ways, this is comforting and in others, a total mindfuck.