I just can’t stop growing. Not like I’m trying, but it’s an observation. If I did try, it would probably be some strange form of perspective growth and thusly, I can’t stop growing. I can’t stop changing, mutating, my aesthetic, my hair, my limbs, this place.
I’m not sorry for the new name, but apologies for any confusion. It was simply time. My life is the pursuit for: a soft spirit, a strong body and a meaningful life. For now, this is the better description of me, the indescribable thing.