A beautiful bittersweet brain rot.
I laid my head down to rest my mind. In hopes that the illness in my mind would die off with the withered flowers that I buried myself with long ago. I cannot see the see the path in front of me. I cannot see the future in store for me. I can only hope that this mental rest I have given myself; is in God's plan.

4500 x 3200 px
300 DPI