There is enough. Everything else is a lie. I need to remind myself of this time and again.
Author: Trance
Artist. Writer. Truth seeker.
Winding drive Is this all there is to it? Black to black Struggle to emerge From the womb Struggle to know From the forgetting Struggle…
Every guitar has a song. Some have a thousand. The action may be too high, the intonation a little off, the strings old and corroded.…
We accept the stories we’re shown without questioning who framed them or what was left out. We do much the same to ourselves, editing memories and filtering the present through beliefs we’ve outgrown.
Why? Why do, just to do? Why waste your precious self In emptiness? Why give them exactly What they want? Perpetual unconscious motion Subjugates elevated…