I mean come on. What are we doing? Why are we so fucked up? Why do we care? Why do we not care enough? Fear of death and fear of living, halts us in our tracks. Frozen in our lives we scream to be free. But no sound escapes. We can be free. Free of pain, of fear. When you allow the world in, the world will reward you. Drink in life. Give yourself over. Fear will always be lurking in shadows. But if we burn bright enough, fear will have no dark corners to hide. I am one in nearly seven billion. One life in a sea of bodies. Billions more behind me billions more ahead. Billions never were. A tree of life, roots planted 3 billions yrs. ago. Just 10 billion years after the start of the whole sha-bang. When the end of this book comes to pass. The universe will go on without us. Never knowing we were here. But till then, why dont we just fuckin live love and make memories. We only get one shot at this.

I am still alive. I am still dying. I am still fucked up. I am still. I can't move. I am afraid. I am brave. You are still are on my mind.