life is like so simple and yet so damn mysterious. People are the same everywhere. No one gets out unscathed. Thinking about my friends who are going through shit from their fault and others. All I can say is forgive yourself first. Then you move on up from that cesspool. Nothing is at it seems. You never know until you know and by then the shit has polluted the universe. Woke up early as usual. Thoughts crashing into my head. Thinking about my love. I love her so much. For now we struggle to get to the next level. That means some separation that hurts too much but tis for the higher purpose whatever that means. doesn’t the journey count more than the desired ending? Well zen takes my hand into the hand of God. In between I dig music, you know mars volta and the other spaced out brilliant artists that do it for me. Only the mad ones for me. Only the mad ones.