I was going through some personal shit last night.
To relax I went for a walk by myself down Queen West. Aimlessly, I somehow found myself at graf store, The Bomb Shelter.
There I meet Zion, he turns to me and tells me a story about hidden angels. How they come in all shapes, forms, and personalities.
The next morning I wake up to find the answer to what was bothering me.
Thanks Zion.... Hidden Angels do exist.
PHOTO CREDIT/THANKS: on·tol·o·gy