i know the further i go, the harder i try,only keeps my eyes closed. and somehow i’ve fallen in love with this middle ground at the cost of my soul. yet i know, if i stepped aside, released the controls, you would open my eyes. that somehow, all of this mess is just an attempt to know the worth of my life… …made of precious metals, precious metals, precious metals inside. ~sleeping at last
// location: baker beach and marin headlands.