that entered into the room and climbed the bed and that woke me up, anyway like the fabric that encourage things to be done by whatever means, everything that needs to be done, i did what i could

it abounds from all that is put together. this maybe early morning thoughts mixed with a whiff of uncertainty and fear but it’s in the passing moment, there’s is no other consciousness other than one where the universe align and everything gets better day after day.
i just woke up to kill a big rat

twist and turns, the important thing for me is that i’m able to make the journey and along the way create my own world which eventually the world would see but before then, everyday i do my best to curate because that’s what i am. and in the end everything is aligned accordingly and greatness shines

that. in a system that encourages people to do whatever they can to get by which is completely normal and acceptable, not doing these things feels like an act of rebellion against the fabric that strings everything together. maybe there’s an adventure on the road less traveled, maybe it’s endless

better, however, this quick sand sucks you in faster than anything. i’ve come to the realization that those i compare my growth with don’t do the same thing as me, we live by different means and rules and we have different realities, however, as appealing and thriving as it looks, i’m not piqued by

deep down i feel like i’m not cut out for a life like that, one filled with parties, rave and “balling”. but what lifestyle is practicable available to me? to my reality?. the measure of success is warped by exposure to too much and maybe it’s a call to keep going and a testament that things get