we made a graveyard of the bone white afternoon

choosing to ignore my weirdly symbolic dream because i have a lot going on rn already

Considering introducing a controlled burn to the prairies of my mind

[ID: image text reading, "Knowledge has entertained me and it has shaped me and it has failed me. Something in me still starves." /end ID]

Did you guys know that this isn’t your grave and you can get out of this hole? I just found out

Live with intention, it’s too easy to get distracted and it’s harder to come back each time.

[ Text ID: I am so busy. I am practicing my new hobby of watching me become someone else. There is so much violence in reconstruction. Each minute is grisly, but I have to participate. I am building what I cannot break. ]