I'm Still Breathing: Dead Language Gasping

These are the writings from a place of acceptance of independence, and singularity.

Celebration of mistake made, greatest lessons only ourselves can teach.

A bridge between letting go of our egotistical ideals and rediscovering common sense.

Inspired by faults in our eyes.

For whom, in a quest; a journey that is inseparable from a soul.

Nothing is lost. Nothing is given. Nothing is forgotten. Nothing is absolute.

. . . I'm still breathing