I am a boy. You remember me as the beautiful child with deceptive eyes. You remember me as cruel, the boy with marble skin that holds captive secrets of my land, long buried beneath dirt. You remember me, the young prince with brittle bones hiding lies in its marrows, with curses woven into th Read More...
Look into the mirror and tell me If you like what you see. ────────────── Because that's the problem, isn't it? Many of us don't. And in the end, it will end up bothering us Even if we say that it won't. Our definition of success was peace When no one would Read More...
