A cold reflection lingers as the world whispers hateful songs about you. Maybe you deserve it. Maybe not. Some call it karma. Some, a circumstance. What used to be sweet music to your ears has been replaced by dead air. A shattering noise. The kind of cacophony that you deserve. For all your cunningness, deceit, …
At its very essence, it makes sense. Doesn’t matter what you do or how you do it. An open space gives you all the freedom you need to get away from things. Things that bother you. Things that don’t make sense. Things that box you in. And even as this space attempts to fill that …
Forget the past. Look back on memories but don’t let memories define who you are. Forgive everything. Embrace anything. Stay vertical. And maybe most important of all- stop bothering God with your shit right now because he’s busy with the more important matters.