In the depths of despair exists light, however we have a tendency of never being aware of it's presence due to shutting our eyes tight with all of our might, fists clenched with knuckles white as bone awaiting for the storm to pass.
In the depths of despair exists light, however we have a tendency of never being aware of it's presence due to shutting our eyes tight with all of our might, fists clenched with knuckles white as bone awaiting for the storm to pass.