At the end of the day It doesn’t matter how tired I am. I can tell people but, they won’t really

It doesn’t seem to matter No matter how many times I fall I always rise. The climb, it must be my

Take your time with it. Relax. We are here until we’re not. You may reach it or you may not but

You’re in it now. Swimming in the deep end. Go off into that grand void. Don’t stop, don’t try to delay

You’re capable of both. You use both, everyday. There is no right or wrong here either. More so a when to

I wonder why I’m still writing. Is it because I’ve gone this long doing it that I might as well keep

Now do you see it? You can’t do a thing about it. All that contemplation and worry for what? For you

“You’re not rushed right now, so why do you feel a sense of urgency. Yea I know you haven’t started on

What am I afraid of? I thought this was supposed to be my dream? Why do I keep tripping over the

“Everything in your reality is just a thought of creation itself, nothing came to be from nothing. Once you understand where