in this tiresome reality that i do not belong in, i take the form of Sol.
i am the face of loneliness and misery,
of isolation and anger,
of exhaustion and anxiety,
of anguish and grace.
in this tiresome reality that i do not belong in, i take the form of Sol.
i am the face of loneliness and misery,
of isolation and anger,
of exhaustion and anxiety,
of anguish and grace.