seen from Italy
seen from United States
seen from Germany
seen from Malaysia
seen from Malaysia
seen from Ukraine
seen from United States
seen from Serbia
seen from Yemen
seen from Italy
seen from Türkiye
seen from Türkiye
seen from United Kingdom
seen from Romania
seen from Yemen
seen from Germany
seen from Türkiye
seen from Türkiye
seen from Germany
seen from United States
Feeling directionless. Lacking in hope, but having an abundance of overwhelm. And yet, I keep wandering. Keep walking. Keep pushing forward thru the miasma. Is it spite? Is it stubbornness? Is it merely habit or routine? My feet move of their own accord.
I wish the sun had a lamp shade over it. Not like night time sky but daytime with less light. A cloudy day if you will.
Pluto - outer thoughts vol. 4
