Thursday, April 14, 2016

Nowhere To Go

Torn between obsessing over my insignificance and the wild impact of my every breath on all of the cosmos I find myself struggling to justify my existence, if I have an existence. How can I be sure that I'm not just a figment of someone else's imagination. 

My hours and days are spent photoshopping my head into the past and into the future. Time travel on a budget. I meditate with love.

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