My lines of the ghost of me:
π Λβ§ βΛΚ
Iβm like a ghost of myself,
haunted by my past and choices,
feeling as if thereβs no true essence within~
Κβ€οΈΙ
Lost in the echoes of yesterdays,
I struggle to grasp who I truly am.
Yet, amidst this existential fog,
I find solace in the notion that I have the power to shape my own destiny~
β
I may not understand my essence, but I embrace the boundless potential to become anything I desire~
π Λβ§ βΛΚ
βWithin the infinite labyrinth of existence, your luminance pierces through the veils of obscurity, guiding the seeker through the cryptic depths of the unknown.β
Gorilla
you were the song stuck in my head
"Mum, why do the best people die?"
"When you're in the garden, wich flower do you pick?"
"The most beautiful ones..."