Thought Jog
Art is undefinable, defiant and never finished
It burns a hole through my soul like a cigarette
Permanent and obvious
Like you know that is a cigarette burn
Now I want one
Cigarette
Not a burn
Or a hole
I have too many holes as is
Addiction
Being sober is a nightmare
Or the true raw reality that I cant seem to bear
I want to
I try to
But Good Lord
Prayer
Ive been praying
I need to pray more
Mindset its a thing
But it gets harder the more you know
Frequency is real
Vibration is real
Emotion is real
Those are the most real things in the universe
The laws of the universe
Everything else is up for debate
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder
Or the collective
Internet trolls exist
I dont know why
but they do
And its weird
This is cathartic
I still want that cigarette
I cant drink like I used to
Even when I want to
I miss my friends
I miss the stability I had In one of my lifetimes
Im calling that in
Financial stability
The universe that wants to take care of me
All projectors need other projectors, because its hard to see yourself, guide yourself.
Even when I want to my mind gets scrambled and then I freeze
But I can guide the fuck out of someone else’s life