A Venture of Foil · 12:31am Jan 26th, 2019
As night showers from on high, there is relief flooding through the the internal web of brawn and musculature. A sense of ending, a sense of rest, and a promise of passing. Each time it comes, whether rest be night or day, the constants are welcome. For the road on which we tred changes by each step, it gives us something to adhere to. Despite, even this promise, is not to last forever.
Happy Filthy Friday, and keep your eyes sharp~.