Every year that goes by is a year farther from our beginning.
It's out of this world.
"I wish you knew how to now forget"
"That's what 2.2022 was, a month of creative purification."
"The beauty of being is being."
That's all I needed to clear and prepare my mind.
"I explore the world of secludedness and dig into internal warfare of silent pain."
Not that I am not ready, just 'cause I feel it came so fast.
"The timing never fails, and interestingly enough, mine tends to be 'impeccable', whatever that means."
"Why is love between humans, all living things not the center point?"
"watch the company you keep, it reveals your syndromes."