in reality they are not a reality, maybe me maybe you maybe not,
so we ain’t saints it’s clear to know we are all looking for our place to flow. this is more of an adventure so wait and understand that i am now writing with no hands, the truth is a lie, the lie is the truth, it matters not we’ve found our spots everyone makes mistakes, I now have no brakes. A little understanding goes a long way like a steam train coming of the tracks, wondering who’s next. I’m not worried because I have been through hell, sometimes feels like I’m under a spell, in my defence these family values are past tense, do not be worried for I am not really here. I can’t die because I believe I am already dead, just two steps ahead, my only wish would be would be for you to remember me me me the way I use to be, I regret sadly that these family values are not what I thought, not what I was taught, not in my heart not in my soul, I’ve gone down the rabbits hole to late to turn back as I am back in black, to see red and green my eyes can see that way maybe I’m a day away from finding my way i am stronger then all. Will this all just vanish someday realising this is all paper mache and clay. It’s insanity, I’ve taken a lot of lsd. While meditating with monks it’s pretty clear we are all here just to cry or is it just some sort of lie , is this the end, I’m up In the sky. I am not afraid to die….