Just moving forward, backward and again.
Stuck in eternal motion, led on by the supposed judgement of others. Trying to hold on to the false securities I believed in.
But I am unable to keep a grasp on them, and altogether I am not going anywhere.
|dimensions||93 x 45 x 52|
|habitat||Living in deserted alleys, covering itself with shards of lost holiday dreams in an attempt to protect it self from selfjudgement.|
|nutrition||my own fears and insecurities|