I have a strange sense of urgency to get everything done on earth so i can go back to the stars.

Somedays i can make sense of this place, this horrendous fucking world and the way it shapes humans into monsters and monsters into leaders. Building empires off of the poor and using a system designed to manifest the wars? But then i look to the eyes of my child, i write, i paint, i listen to music that holds beliefs far deeper than mine and i am reminded - for all that is devastating there is equal amounts of ehuphoria, you just have to look a little harder to find the light sometimes.

they don't teach you about this but when survival is all you've known, good intentions can feel like a war. Heal the perceptions you've accumulated, living doesn't have to be a wound anymore.

Grief is a silent conversation with yourself in the middle of feeling your heart crack. It's an expression to prove how deeply you feel.