I felt like I was moved via sling shot from this festering highly karmic swap of dysfunctional dynamics and ugly personalities and oppressive environments, through the sky, through every later of the atmosphere into a boxing ring in the thermosphere.

Kell is across from me and we’re surrounded by the deep rich heavenly blue of a negotiated liaison between earth and space.

“You ain’t want it, boi!”

I smile.

And we charge at each other.

I fight for peace. I fight in hopes that one day I won’t have to, that a paradise on earth awaits me, and that’s its as beautiful (and more) than the nicest days of my life so far.

The same universe that gave me the problem punishes me for having it.

“We are the gods of the atoms that make up ourselves but we are also the atoms of the gods that make up the universe.”

• I cannot live with hate in my heart. Not anymore. The thing I hate them for is not worth hate. It’s not worth me being brought down that low and experiencing “that.”
• Self-love can’t be a causality of many responsibilities. I can’t be “okay” not getting sleep.
• The people I see the negative in, also have love inside them too.
• Its the end of the road for my sleep behavior. The universe will no longer accept it from me.
• I have heaven awaiting me if I heal my sleep disorder, hell awaiting me if I don’t.

I can’t believe how unimaginative and downright lazy these p*******ers are

blinded, red faced, severed head warrior

I’m moving on. I’ve been told by priestesses and the equivalent of prophets and sages that if I’m to evolve into my best self, you’ll return into my life mirroring my best self as your best self.

I see no proof of that.

I still believe it, but from where I am, it just feels like it doesn’t matter.

I see no inkling of your presence in my life.

No contact at all.

I have a life to live.

I am moving on.

I want a girlfriend and I’m ready for one.