Journey

Angst is my way. I don’t choose it, it has chosen me. I rise above the cloud of anxiety that surrounds me and I can see beautiful sights.


In the depth of that cloud I can only see the filth of this world.


I live in constant motion between the two points. Never experiencing a state of rest in one space.


I am journey.


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