Fuck yes. That’s it, right there. Survival’s just the waiting room: numb, half-lit, and filled with the ghosts of who we almost became. You either live: fully, violently, beautifully live or you die with your eyes still open. No second option. No middle ground. I see you. And I’m walking with you. Through the fire, past the wreckage, mapless and bleeding, but alive as hell.
Hard read, but i can't accept the life of survival, either i live or i die no second option
Fuck yes. That’s it, right there. Survival’s just the waiting room: numb, half-lit, and filled with the ghosts of who we almost became. You either live: fully, violently, beautifully live or you die with your eyes still open. No second option. No middle ground. I see you. And I’m walking with you. Through the fire, past the wreckage, mapless and bleeding, but alive as hell.