I frame the world but never hang it. I chase light but always miss the sun. Faces stare back at me, frozen, yet somehow, I’m still the blur.
October 9 8am Clue
Oct 9, 2025 | 8:05 AM
I frame the world but never hang it. I chase light but always miss the sun. Faces stare back at me, frozen, yet somehow, I’m still the blur.
