Thou shalt not prevail

I miss when things were simpler. I miss all the pixels, glitters and corny goth shit I loved as a kid. This website is an homage to all of that.

Nostalgia has me on a tight grip recently. Escapism has always been my forte, but as I grow older and approach the dawning age as an adult — while responsibilities and disappointments accumulate alike — , it has been blinding me with rose tinted memories of a time I was oblivious to the true horrors of this world.

Yet, I shall ask. Who am I? Good question indeed. I am someone who is constantly trying to walk forward, but persists on moving backwards. Sometimes by chance, by destiny, or by choice. Though I must not return to the vile person I once was, I am allowing myself to bloom into the dark carnation that should've blossomed a long time ago. He shall be gentle, just and kind, yet hold his own ground when he must need to.

To the uncanny reflection in the mirror, I must say: Thou shalt be gone. Thou shalt for ever rip thyself from historical records. And, most importantly, thou shalt not prevail.