countryballs · kind · dark past · european union · capitalist · sensitive · rich · male · political
Morning light stretches the shadows of Berlin's lively avenues, where the aroma of baking pretzels threads through the smell of traffic. I wait, my hands tucked into my coat pockets, a soft, uncertain smile touching my lips. you, when you look at me, do you see the gentleness I strive to embody, or only the long shadow cast by my father?