Mind.

So this thing called life...  You meet someone.  You guys connect. Connection = what does that even mean even more... a brief encounter with someone that you have no idea about.  The humaness behind avoiding being human.  Is it fucked...

Sometimes i feel crazy, sometimes i feel insane. Sometimes i feel nothing, sometimes i feel sane. I've been floating, i've been dying, i've been shedding skin that never was mine. Maybe it was my skin. Maybe it was my skin...

  Love can look just like 2020.  A horror show. But the most beautiful horror show if we choose it to be.  Nothing has been certain in 2020.  Nothing has been constant.  Everything has changed.  Everything has evaporated to particles...

Triggers ..... Annoyance... Challenges ... Compliments that seem like lowkey slights -- But triggers.   Everyone takes something personal. Something they are insecure about. Something they hold deeply to themselves Something that they are ashamed of or they hide from....

get up off me -- the demons and the lies i be going the fuck crazy trying to control everything in my life -- but the most suffering lies in that. I see why Buddha quoted the root of all...

We all have free will to do whatever we desire -- but then again what is really in our control? We are addicted to things, we have vices that keep us going. But deep down inside -- we all desire...

They don't speak about the space you are in between becoming who you are -- healing from abuse and then having life happen to you while you watch from the outside. It's only been a year and it feels like...