PixelLord

You window shop on the edge of anxiety waiting for moments to really live for but they never come. They never show signs or reason for where you’ve been nor light in the tunnels of where you are going. Despite never having a destination those tunnels appear every day. They form under the stress of work, the hardships of love and the overwhelming sense of belonging to groups of individuals who seem to have a destination and purpose. Groups who seem to strive for something, who feel belonged and who know they are loved. The VIPs that make up your existence, your daily needs and that illusive finish, crowd your focus and make the journey e