As I drove I thought I will make it, I will be there when you wake up, when the sun fully rised. Instead the sky turned in to flames and you never woke up. Sunrises will never be the same again... R.I.P. Mom
A sunset (end) in the land where I was born (beginning). It’s only fitting that the dying of the light should serve as the the backdrop for my last Instagram post. Goodbye Instagram. It’s been a shitty ride. Hopefully others will break free too.