this is the smoke yard and the graveyard of my restless thoughts.
ugh, i finally found some space to breathe in. just wanna take a break from everything. yk, when life fvcks the hell out of you and even your daylights awayβit's kind of exhausting, like you're in some point that you've reached rock bottom after gradually draining day by day. it's just that some days, your petals just withered out of the blue, making you gloomy; literally and figuratively empty.
at least here, i can shout my lungs out.
in the hand of a wizard of blaze, lies a pen in a magic biz, with a flick and a swish, it can grant your wish, creating world that are simpl








