they spread lies to make it seem like we don’t have enough resources to be individual dreamers.
Searching for the inner me. Almost there. Praying, at least, that I am almost there. I can smell it, in the air. Really.
Too much on my mind right now. A spliff would be nice. Debating a lot. Life decisions. Friendships. Careers. Kind of tired of irrational faith. Tired of irrational perfectionism. Tired of being limited by my self. Tired of being convinced that I do not deserve glory. Sick of not embracing my sickness, my elite quality. Yes, as pompous as I sound, this is true sentiment. There are many things I want and love, I’m just having a hard time because of various paranoias and because I hate regretting decisions. I don’t want to be alone. Sometimes I feel like I do it to my self.
There are great minds, and there are greater minds.
Don’t have time to waste on petty arguments and disagreements. People die because of injustice. The world is at war.
perhaps due to the existence of a hypothesis — or assertion rather — that a God may exist and that we are of dual nature; both good and evil, thereby deeming particular behaviors, choices and/or expressions as inappropriate or merely immoral.
What life throws your way,
I learned a lot,
these last few years.
My heart grew,
and came back to life.
I feel it there,