How do people feel about me? How do they experience me, how do they describe me, how do theysee me? They’re keeping rhis treasure all to themselves. No bueno. The mind can delude, reason why I care aboit the feeling part. Consciousnessnis so lucky to see it all, no matter the time and space… ugh.

Where ever this life leads me I’ll go, who cares, i’m wriging a new timeline, mensing there’s no future, It starts wjth me and it creates with me.