Swallow Me Whole

You're my last smoke before the snowstorm

Let's talk about money, expectations and the grind. All of which are delusions planted in our minds as children by the generation befores' belief that money and hard work will pave the road to a successful life. Then expect us to follow suite. Something changed in this generation though, there's a new flow to experience I don't think our parents understand. There's movement in our souls that pushes us to slow down and lay in a field of fucking flowers and breathe in the oxygen we take for granted every minute of breathing. There's something that a shit hole apartment overflowing with potted plants and paint on every piece of clothing that we own that appeals to our cluttered souls. There's magic in the black morning coffee that gives us satisfaction with every sip. There's a dark feeling that consumes like a galaxy of stars where we feel so small and never understood by anyone let alone ourselves. You are made of stardust. You are one with the hand you hold as you exploded from the same atom and re gathered into bodies to one day hold and regroup in a long standing bond. You are the soulmate of every man and woman you scorn. Stop fighting and relax into the inconceivable reality you're spirit was brought into. Flow to the rhythm of the river that carries us all along. Spend time on the river banks and catch your breath. Be true be you be. Be. Be. Be. Be. Be. Be. Be. Be. Be. Be. Be. Be. Be. Be. Be. When did we stop simply being?