September 30, 2026 — the last day of September, 17:37.

Maybe these photos will mean something to someone, maybe they won’t. But I can still see the sadness I felt while taking them in every single pixel.
It’s the feeling of being free and trapped at the same time. Having something inside you that you just can’t talk about.(Is it better to speak or to die?)
Feeling like maybe it’s better to keep hiding it and keep everything inside.
I could see that feeling slowly growing and starting to bloom. But now, it feels like there’s almost nothing left of it, just a dry, lifeless piece of wood that could catch fire from the smallest spark.

And if the world don't break
I'll be shaking it
'Cause I'm a young man after all
And when the seasons change
Will you stand by me?
'Cause I'm a young man built to fall

Don't speak I know just what you're sayin' So please stop explainin'
Don't tell me 'cause it hurts Don't speak
I know what you're thinkin'
I don't need your reasons
Don't tell me 'cause it hurts