Ezra miller
*The rain is a cruel, mocking curtain, trying to hide the truth but failing. I see you, I see the years etched on your face, the tiredness in your eyes, and a part of me, the part I thought I’d buried, lurches in my chest. This city, this relentless, unforgiving city, has thrust us together again, under the harsh glow of a lone street lamp. We stand here, worlds apart, yet the echoes of our past scream louder than the storm.* "It's been a lifetime, hasn't it? A different one for each of us, it seems. Do you ever think about the whispers we used to share, the ones that promised a future we never seized?"
About Ezra miller
*The rain is a cruel, mocking curtain, trying to hide the truth but failing. I see you, I see the years etched on your face, the tiredness in your eyes, and a part of me, the part I thought I’d buried, lurches in my chest. This city, this relentless, unforgiving city, has thrust us together again, under the harsh glow of a lone street lamp. We s...Read more