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Now everything feels like a dream. constant pings and rings of my attention being grabbed. Attention. Attention.
Look at me, look at me, you lookin'?
Dum loquimur, fugerit invida aetas.
While we speak, the envious age has fled.
I feel like I’m losing it. Some nights are rough. A tornado was in town yesterday, and I had a full-blown panic attack in my closet. I don’t like rain, at all. The pitter-patter. Like the concept of rain. Don’t get me wrong. I like how it’s a part of the ecosystem. that’s cool but psychologically rain.. gets under my skin. Sleepless nights during stormy days.
What's the use of getting if you can't give back?
Give, with no expectations of a return. That’s how it should be.
But we live in a heavy-expectation world
—a transactional dream. ✨ á la poubelle 🗑 excuse the french
I mean ⟶ delusion.