unguided and consumed
Something so overwhelming; so happy yet so sad. Changes and changes with the waves of emotions. We keep ourselves distracted. Whatever that maybe; drugs, alcohol, music, shit we dont need, sense, stimulation. Thoughts get inter-tangled with our desires to be happy. The misunderstanding of time and relativeness. What is real? What is being occupied? Why am I here?
I wish I never felt what I have. But I’m glad I have, for I am forever changed.
