memento mori

samuel k. michael

A GLIMPSE INTO THE PAST

am i to always be unhappy? am i always to traverse the darkness? am i alone in this universe or is the external light i feel truly there? how am i to know?

A GLIMPSE INTO THE PRESENT

samuel
21
he/him
writer & artist
aspiring english professor

STANDARDS

dni if anti lgbtq, anti antis, ship real people, are racist, sexist, or a pedophile

A GLIMPSE INTO THE FUTURE

the ground was slick with wet as i traversed the suburbia i called home, the smell of fresh rain filling my senses. the warmth of the house filled me, as i stood before the holy place, as i lit a candle with my savior upon it, looking ahead to a life filled with luxury, whether it would happen or not.