AbS3NTiNG YoURS3LF

Too much too fast... even the thoughts of slipping a tear or running away from it all lasts only a moment, we don't begin to live till we're old, old is when we die. So, we die without living life, how is it then that we can decipher the unknown when we have no understanding of how things work in our control that we attempt to solve the mysteries that our mind wants to chase all around us? Which language to pick on, or which tool to hold on to, to get through this life? A mind that is a wild horse only you have the reins to, so take it to the hills, the oceans the rivers, and the dark. In the dark, there will be broken light that isn't your reflection but just a glimmer of who you are and who you can be. So bathe in it all, wander around like a nomad, until you find a home. A home in which to lose yourself, so you can be who you want to be. Free. Freedom is The absence of the self.