To all of those that struggle throughout days with:
Limited joy,
Misguided souls,
Docile youth,
Mind riddled labels,
Persecuted vixens,
Economically-forced workers,
And many other so-called “wasted” masses,
There may be a way out. Someone can help. A neighbor, co-worker, or sibling. Anyone. Reach out. Create when there’s nothing to see. Sing when there’s nothing to hear. Fly when there’s nowhere to walk. Make a way that is true to you. That’s all you can really do.
soadioh 
❤