... The omnipresent devouring melts into the darkness like an anthill, confusing the night, and the powerless unwillingness and forbearance are like a spider web, whether it is a trap or a gentle spider quilt. We cherish each other and lick each other, but we still can't wash away the mud and mess on our bodies. Don't give up, don't leave. Even if the dawn of light only exists in the darkness, it is enough...
Intention: Growth and venting