Persona

"the versions of self that all individuals possess"

Things I say sometimes give my mum a headache that she feels it all the way to her back foot.

It's bitterly cold with clear night skies walking in the darkness of Green Park.

Now put this on your headphones and keep your eyes wide open to the tree tops and wish for the wind to take you through all those moments you crave to live and breath.

Will you be able to smile at the end of these all?