"I'll take something from everyone and give a bit of me, until I'm nothing but an echo. Until I'm a puppet of my own will, strewn together of every corner of this world. Maybe love is not needing that. Maybe if it is, love doesn't really exist." ----- Contextualising fears, hopeless dreams and sadness to rob it of control. Written mostly by moon(phone)light. ----- Cover Photo by PhanForTheWin
4 parts