it’s not late, it’s just dark

44°

if I die on this plane, it’s because I was meant to die on this plane. discomforting, but something I believe. the universe would not hand me a fate that isn’t mine.

“Please keep moving forward”

as it turns out, there is inspiration in everything, if you want to see it. I have decided that I want to see it. there is so much dread.

42°

it’s tiring. i’m tired.

chasing those wild horses.