Discombobulation… is a bitch. Lately, I’ve found myself drenched in the putrid stench that is my unwillingness to waver. At times, I attempt to be more than I can be…or should be (whatever the respective sense is)..when in actuality, I really should not be at all. It’s impossible to be as faithless as I am, haha. (No, really..) I don’t even know how to begin to explain myself. My brain is literally an invasion of every language I cognize spoken all at once, my thoughts are too fast paced to even touch slightly, or be grasped, and locked within at least one brain cell.
I am losing my mind. I can only feel the winds of who I thought I was smack my face into a bloodshot blush..It is and never really was— enough.
But I like it. Insanity breeds creativity, breh. I’ve learned to stop fighting myself.
It’s taken me years to learn that flying is not pushing away the ground.
Away we go.