It’s never really about the smoke when I’m alone… it’s about that still moment where everything in my head gets loud. Memories start playing, choices get questioned, old people get missed, dreams feel close and far at the same time… and somehow, in all that noise, I find a kind of quiet that only I understand.
Be a man
> Overwork
> under-sleep
> lift heavy
> look expensive
> think you're batman
> fall for the one girl who wants peace
> get heartbroken
> repeat