∴ In the dimly lit office, amidst the hum of computers, he slumped into his chair, eyelids weighed down by fatigue. The soft glow of the screen cast a faint halo around him as he leaned back, seeking solace in a moment of respite. His fingers, once nimble on the keyboard, now lay still, a silent testament to the exhaustion of countless hours. Outside, the world hustled by, unaware of his silent struggle. With each passing second, he sank deeper into the chair, embracing the fleeting peace, longing for the day when rest wouldn’t be a luxury, but a necessity granted.
✠ Thank you to my wife, Ryanna, for the support! Check her Flickr by clicking on her name!
CREDITS:
✘ Tattoo ◆ Frisbey ◆ Psychedelic Butterflies Tattoo @ Skin Fair 2024
✘ Beard ◆ Hold ◆ Kris Beard @ Skin Fair 2024