People are fragile; life is beautiful; music and nature are alive, and sensitivity to them is medicine.
Most flys climb the windows out of insanity, they know nothing more than to climb, to attempt to fly out and to fall down, just to climb again. To them this is life and there is nothing else so they do it without thinking. But maybe there is a fly that knows the journey up…
I am beginning to understand the consequences of events in my childhood, but I am resistant to become a victim to it. Why does so much of what I say when read back later lack the emotion so vividly felt when first written. This causes me regret and embarrassment. In the right moment and headspace…
Today is Wednesday, August 1st. This letter is dedicated to Aashish. I was also convinced to re-download CSGO and re-ignite my addiction.
Today was a good day. I had spent the last night at my cousins house. My aunt, uncle, and cousins were visiting in and had also spent the night. I began the day by skipping my Monday work meeting due to the holiday. Followed by an espresso shot. I had a meeting in the living…
Could it be that every spirit that has died continues to live on in the subconscious world, and contributes to the world of ideas? That everything we think, is not our own but that of the collective. This thought, also made me consider the possibility that all ideas, thoughts, and actions, of both positive and…
I think that everything I want to understand and learn has already been uncovered. My job now is to interpret and embody. Interpret and embody. At the most fundamental level, the truth has been around us from the beginning of time, all we have been doing since then is learning how to uncover and decipher…
***** and ****** are in my kitchen being bitches seriously, what is happening here, they are nut ****** has a Tibetan girlfriend who is coming to ******* to visit. The Nepalese they say are keen to visit. nbunclehas failed to present me with a type writer for lease. the presented type writer has failed to…
I feel trapped, Let me out but I don’t want to run. I can’t leave because I will run back. Can I ever have what I want? Can I ever know what I want? Leave me be. I have trapped myself in a life without knowing where I am going. I know I will regret…