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i project what i want onto new dark walls and hope for a clear focus when i should just do it right. there is someone who makes sheets and she is beautiful.







massages should be frequent and understood that it is a necessary tool to heal and understand our own stress.







meditation can show you what youre doing. whether it's thinking too much or getting caught in the 'loop' of circular mindless repetition (while still questioning why/how and not being aware of the fact that you are directly participating in the role you produce each and everyday.







we do it to ourselves. and isn't that something to admire? we all bury ourselves just enough to realize that oxygen really is necessary. there are relationships that continue that have lost life a long time ago and THAT is okay because things end. so like you did in the beginning, embrace the end and get on with it. to be alone or not. it doesn't matter.







so, what does matter?







does it matter does it matter does it matter does it matter does it matter doesn't matter doesn't matter doesn't matter does it matter







have fun with what you have while you have it and if you don't care, then that is fine because we all will leave what we've created behind anyway. make a sick sandcastle or lay in the crashing waves.







feet that melted bags of ice because myelien sheath couldn't remember what 2 plus 2 was. old pain revisits me and i was reminded by an old brother that my pain should not go without recognition. how could someone heal others who has never been hurt? dance with that.