we live in a generation where

the more we have the less happy become

i refuse to surround myself 

with those who do not strive

to appreciate everything

they have been blessed with

any longer

now it's time to create my own

for my own dreams

"your third eye is 

wide fucking open"

a part of me still has such love

for all the souls

who have grazed mine

this time around your passing 
will leave a vivid imprint on my memory

death

makes me restless
my dreams, chaotic
and my head, heavy

soul vibes