Direction, Perfection

Nothing’s left. It’s all right.


To keep on living without a sense of identity is very difficult. You desire to exist through the way you interact with the world, your very own blue and orange morality. You have always been trying to find yourself inside other people, but most are reluctant to show the way in. You simply stay in their orbit.

A lot of the time, you wish there is no shame in being vocal about the unorthodox things you truly love. You don’t want to regret the things you love and worked hard for. You wish you don’t have to feel this suffocated for the sake of peace.

But you do need that peace to dream.

Of perfection.