what a lovely way to burn.
Face the fact that you must grow until you die. Develop a sense of the benign absurdity of life... yours and those around you... and thus learn to transcend the world of experience. If we can abandon our missionary zeal we have less chance of being eaten by cannibals.
let us knock gently at each other's heart. glad for a chance to look within.
that guilt is not in me anymore
falling asleep
i'm in love with my hypothalamus
Who are you for whom time has no meaning?